Everything Changing Around Me
Everyday offers
A new discovery
A new bud
A new vision
To make the life worth living
One more day.
From the dances of the bees
To the eyes of the lovers
To the pollens
And sensual color of the flowers
And the odor of the pheromones
Smear the sunset colors on
Otherwise
Very dull, deleterious
Difficult process
Called
Making a living
And the final goal
Being
Getting old
Getting sick
And dying.
I wonder a lot
Looking at my body
The ever-changing body
The new things sneaking in
All the time
And lo and behold
I am becoming somebody else
Similar to me
But not quiet
Inside and out
Changing
And changing again
As the present slides into the past
And the present devours the future
I am here
A house with ever rearranged furniture
Remodeled
Refurbished
But still full of old junk
Collected from baby days
A gemische of input
I am holding on
Like a baby blanket
To feel secure
To feel I am alive.
Then the changes all over
All around me
Sneaking in
Piercing in
Like the gong sound
Asking me to come out
And see
Every thing changing
Around me.
((*.*))
August 12, 2002
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