Rearranging

This is not the fruitless kind,
the rearranging of deck chairs
as the ship goes down.
Rather, the vital allowing
of the outside to match the in,
the inner life meeting the world anew.
When we pull a piece from the bottom row,
things may fall. Or, at least
lean heavily. Or, at least
let’s hope so.

We may be a chain of many links,
a story of parts, a wall of bricks,
but our whole is remade
with every small change.
Nothing is forever,
nothing set in a way
that can’t be altered.
Create one part anew,
reimagine an old piece,
rebirth again and again.