Mind caught in madly dervish spins.
Soon, comes new change with starts & ends.
Shifting sands sprinkle off of rock.
Now, there’s movement & now, there’s talk.
Planning madly for all in fear…
Or, precognition of the year?
Perhaps it’s all a bit of both…
Sensed the change & prepared for growth.
Boredom’s lux surely comes again…
When dust settles on movement’s din.

