Upon entering

Upon entering

There is commotion

The air whorls with anxiety

Pressure fluctuations

Changing the ambience

Tilting the balance

The resistance to change

The withdrawal of connection

An expectation, that lack of motion

Will ensure everything will remain the same.

When upheaval throws so much dust up into the air,

Obscuring clarity

Creating a cloud of uncertainty

So much hidden, uncovered

Truths laid bare,

Old stains and blemishes that once were blurred

Are revealed

Naked as newly made.

Even as doors are gently

Though firmly closed

There is still a sense of difference,

Warm air currents

Shift and merge with cold fronts

Moats rise and fall, spiralling in disregard

Of appearance.

Will the old impressions ever return?

Familiar patterns

Fingerprinted into the fabric

Of every surface.

When dead dust settles

Will the atmosphere be as it was

Or has this room

Just been changed forever?