Morning Keeps the Change
The give and take of Change
Change is the rumor that turned out to be true, the one tenant that never quits the lease, and yet we keep acting like it just moved in yesterday. We ask for it at the ballot box, at the mirror, in whispered prayers, then flinch when it starts rearranging the furniture of our days. This is me trying to get honest about how we live as both magnet and shield toward it, how we court it, resist it, and slowly turn into it in all the shapes it takes.
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We say we want change, throw open the door,
new laws, new lovers, new towns on the map—
but wince when it steps on the dust on our floor,
starts folding our habits, untying each strap.
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The body learns by failing, then it mends.
Old certainties grow brittle in the light.
We bargain with the future like a debt,
and time keeps cashing in with or without us.
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new skin
old fear
messages unsent
mornings that feel borrowed
small yes, then backstep
the mirror taking notes
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Change braids through our days
like water finding low ground,
no single hero
steering the whole wide current—
only hands learning to swim.
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thin ice on puddles
footprints rewrite the surface
morning keeps the change
About the Creator
Richard Patrick Gage
I'm an author and publisher of poem anthology group from northern Ontario, I like enabling other voices and new writers. I'm also a novel writer, known for the indie darling Noetic Gravity that came out in June 2025. Here I write for me.



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