How Much?

How much can change in a week?

How much? A handful of days that the swift unceasing planet dispenses with in only 7 nights. So much can change. Patrice Lamumba slid from saviour to corpse in as few days. Tulips will fail, their petals turning into a stiff memory of their vivid selves, littering the table below with a fragile shell bursting into colored ash at the touch.

Or, in a week, after the prayer for rain there might be the river running wild over the parched desperate skin of crackling dust.

There might be the chance, the distance, the transparent joy of blooming.