I’ll tell you how it was the world
changed, she said — the darkness
wrapped us around.
I heard her clearly, though I barely
heard the words. It was nearly — yes —
as if she was singing.
Our job, she was saying, was not
to change the world — nor even
to keep it from changing.
No, she was saying (the story
was over already): our only
job is being changed.
Selected Poems : Robert Bringhurst