IF CHANGE WERE A PIECE OF ART

If change were a piece of art, I will make a start:

Knowing that you can get there part by part,

Knowing that it gets messy before becoming beauty,

Knowing that the lines may not be perfect.

Maybe it will be a blank canvas made by someone's rough colored hands:

Waiting for me to splash my colors,

Waiting for me to give it a form,

Waiting for me to change its destiny and my own, hand in hand.

Maybe it will be a discarded piece of rusty art found under the rubble at a local thrift store,

Waiting for me to pick it up despite the scratches,

Waiting for me to not give up on it

Waiting for me to tell it I see beauty beyond junk.

Maybe it will change "the" world or "someone's" world,

I will paint the elephant in the room purple,

I will give wings to the green frog of the well,

I will make the yellow sun shine in the darkest corners of this earth and the human heart.

If change were a piece of art, I will take my brush and make a start :

Knowing that inch by inch a painting is completed,

Knowing that as a child, I had the courage to sketch mighty rainbow castles,

Knowing that a tiny iridescent hummingbird migrates miles and miles and miles, starting with a little flap.

So start even if you don't see the end of the road,

For you can imagine the end of the road,

For what you can imagine, you can create,

For you have to start somewhere someday.

So start, let's make change an art:

What better day than today?

What better place than here and now?

What better person than the one you see in the mirror every single day?