It is about change -
these disbeliefs that come?
In the white architecture displaying itself
when curtains are taken down -
the pure rectangles of glass in narrow frames?
Or in the transformation by a new-built dock -
rocks becoming support, no longer
a hazard on the shore?
Or in the tree that rots and falls,
letting in shafts of light before imprisoned,
opening to and from a wider sky?
And is it change - or rearrangement,
this silence when the revelers have gone?