On Not Standing in the Same River

I see this thought
as it pops up
from a creek flowing
swirling into my morass
of consciousness and awareness

or this orange flower
growing through a crack
in the cement along
a crumbling downtown
Detroit overpass

life struggling
without knowing perhaps
the impossibility of existence
inside an amazing
invisible time-machine

do we tear at each other
in every awakening,
taking for granted
moments of beauty or
glory in manifestation

can we care without
knowing the unlikelihood
of us, but this evening
is stunning and love
only crosses every boundary.

Featured image:  http://www.williameshumwayart.com/archives

Above image:  https://msarnold.wordpress.com/2014/10/03/truisms-2/

Another by Bill Shumway, above:  http://www.williameshumwayart.com/