Impermanence

As sure as the earth orbits the sun,
and ocean tides
rise and fall with the moon,
all things are transient.

Life folds into death,
beginnings into endings,
beauty deteriorates,
and each cycle marks the nature of impermanence.

It is only humans who gather precious shards of the past,
pressing them
into the fabric of the future,
as though memory could anchor what was never meant to persist.

For a fragile moment,
we were two planets,
rotating,
through the same orbit,

For a fragile moment,
I thought we were exiles,
from the same forgotten home,
drawn by gravity back to the place where things stopped making sense.

a breath, held,
then exhaled,
a hand, extended,
reaching

Ave, viator