I hear it in the distance
Like a far off wind chime
Like an approaching whistle
Too far out to tell when and how
Too close to understand it at all
When it arrives
All plans are off
When it arrives
The future will be bright
When it arrives
I’ll be
unprepared, unready, undone
Swept off my feet
Tossed by the wind
Thrown to and fro
Captivated and Catapulted
Encompassed and Engrossed
Unequivocally made new.