Analysis of Brainwave

Back then, the sky was golden, in a harsh way
holding glimmers against a dark blue blaming tide.
Clouds set dreams aside. The sodden fields
confessed their empty furrows.

Like begging hands, branches reached up
to the alloyed light, eager to let their buds sprout,
fearing these at risk to drop wilted. All warning
signs stood out high and red along the road,
and hopes had sloped to sorrow.

Long since, this dreadful image
was being remembered as the turnabout,
the day new thinking was making its way to be born.

The resistance of the old setting only gradually breaking,
with a steadily stronger flow, new life inevitably
had been heading for a bright pass.  Back then,
few noticed the due birth of this new age.
It took place secretly, painfully and slow.

Ludy Bührs, 2012