resolve

snowflakes fall animated like butterflies
until pavement requires they lay flat
much like the laughter that she chortles
only to land on her face in the form of crow's feet

her urges to makes change
within herself in order to change the world
bubble and quell, repeat, and thicken
the tendency to remain mindful cements her

the lists and daydreams and chats and searches
harvest a lot of hope for the future
yet yield few options for the behavior of the now
she will rally and sort, somehow

she is starting each moment
again and again
to see the potential power pooling
and propelling her morphing form forward

a snowflake that will land, sticky
and out of shape.