“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
― Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters
I memorize
the contours
of trees
across the skyline
as the sun sets
behind.
In the morning
I study the
fog which
surrounds and encloses
east, west, north & south.
By mid-day I’m
looking for patterns
in the clouds,
identifying images which
will help me
remember exactly
being here.
I wake up
in the middle
of the night,
try to identify
every planet, the stars
and the phase
of the moon
by its silver sliver.
I do this
knowing
none of it
is the same, ever
incrementally
changing
quickly and slowly.
Maybe
I’m the
ineffable one, I think,
but I feel like,
to me, I’m the
only
constant.


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Too good not to share.
This resonates with me and I’m moved to share it with you.
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Thank you! (I went off line for a few days after posting.)
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Your poem received several favorable reviews and close friends commented to me personally that your poem resonated with them.
Congratulations! And… keep writing!!
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Well done. I feel like I’m always constant too although I know the exact opposite is true.
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Yes and thank you!
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Cool resolution to the observation of change!
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thank you for encouragement
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