Verge of a Dream: No more than one clear minute

I think all will
again be well when
the garden begun
before unforcasted
change have you
Back again to then
The dreams of your
Father and talents
of the family.
I think that the
direction can be changed
releasing in
centrifugal loss
that not needed,
to become more
like Saturn, in
a ring about the planet.
I think you will,
once the swirling air
settles, know
why you were called
then, for no more
than one clear minute.
And that moment
Is maybe more but
no less than
nights, than mornings
and in between,
spent in the
eye of the hurricane,
grasping for an
answer to
hold on to.

RLB 16/19/2021