changeling

There is a moment,
he thinks, in everyone’s
life, that changes
everything,
forever. Why
he
believes this, he is
not sure, for he has no proof,
really, about this, just
a
feeling.
It might be a word, a smile, a deed,
a fact from a book,
a picture
someone else took that somehow
captured
an imagination, something considered, by
the faulty human mechanism
that considers such things so
trivial or indiscriminate that
memory loses it, and
without conscience.
But “it,” whatever “it” was,
changed a life.
changed
lives.
and continues to do so. So:
what
was
yours?