Of a hundred million years
Changing, changing, changing
Always change
One score and five thousand years ago
Human eyes came to see
Human hands learned to make
All our grandiose change
No match for nature’s hand
One score and five thousand years ago
Human eyes came to see
Human hands learned to make
All our grandiose change
No match for nature’s hand
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
Soothed
By gentle light
And subtle colour
Fall’s transition
Life retired
The air goes cold
Wafts of change
Await the spring
To be renewed
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
No thing
No one
No place
No moment
No emotion
No insight
Is ever the same
One moment
To the next
Not clinging
Preparing
To leap