…stationary

Every beauty suffers, has been condemned
a midsummer petal passes away
spring blossoms tumble, stripped by the wind
low clouds across the sky constantly collapsing
an escarpment that plummets into darkness
the essence of flowers dramatically ends
and flickering leaves are delicately shed
not even footprints are left
flooding rains now falling, snows swell the stream
flooding rains ensure that nothing is left behind
a soft moon dissolves into darkness
patterns on the lake, everything melts
flown with the changes sunlit emptiness daylight ends
death comes and effaces all
altogether complete and altogether done
all dreams will cease of themselves
the past is already past, the present does not stay
the future is not here and there is nothing to be left behind
sunbeams stream through the ruined ceiling
pirouetting, until their life is spent
nothing remains
grasses sigh and sing in the wind
no significance beyond themselves
anything that possesses you for the moment, has fled
again the pain of parting
this illusive realm this immense universe
I feel out of place
stationary and somehow left behind
© Ann Bagnall
2012