Let it Be (Sonnet)

Change blows through my doorway like a tornado,
and I try to hold on to my life
--now debris--blowing about, but all I
can do is cover my head while I hope
something of me will remain when the winds die
down. Seems like every two decades -- or so--
everything changes. I've noticed the more
I resist, the harder the struggle lies.
I stand in the doorway and watch the sky
darken, darkness deepen, and I remind
myself that rain and thunder bring a kind
of cleansing. See branches sway and birds fly.

While it's true that Mary said, "let it be,"
I'm more inclined to say, "let's wait and see."

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020

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