Change is continuous unfolding

A process perpetual and profound

A moment hardly consequential

The human epoch barely a sound

 

Change is a cycle, like seasons

Fundamental as life and death

The ocean waves, a waxing moon

A birth, a life, the last breath

 

Change is time cumulative

Scars borne of past events

They inform the present observer

Of mounting consequence

 

Change is a human life

Seen through myopic eyes

The human experience & condition

Childhood, adulthood, eventual demise

 

Change is the march of history

As recorded by literate minds

From campfire stories to the inter-web

For every opinion, an asshole you’ll find

 

Change is leaving home

Life’s turns not yet foretold

The heavy swallow of memories

A passage age-old

 

Change is an imperative

Brave men and women they speak

Calls for justice, equality, and fairness

Struggles to defend the weak

 

The story behind this poem and its name is that ever since I was a young child, change was something I was surrounded by yet hated. It’s a hard thing to accept, especially as a child. Well, as I got older I just felt more and more disconnect with the concept of change. Meanwhile growing up (bear with me) the triangle was a symbol which just kept showing up in my life for all different reasons (I won’t get into that right now though). These two concepts intersected one day during math class when my instructor explained that the symbol for change was delta aka the fourth letter of the Greek alphabet, for which the symbol is an equilateral triangle. Hence the name Delta for a poem about change.