Progress (a.k.a. Where Do We Go From Here?)

Sometimes, progress doesn’t look like progress.
Sometimes, you can’t see it at all.
Sometimes, power is a whisper.
A rustle in the trees.
The gentle movement of a breeze.
But, it’s there.
One mind opened.
One thought reconsidered.
Seeing things with different eyes…
Or through a different frame.
And seeing all the more without walls.
Without armor.
Meet me in a place where the noise recedes.
And, together, we will listen.