All Staying is Temporary

All Staying is Temporary

 

I long to linger with the familiar,

to lean on some sense of solid support

knowing it is temporary.

My body needs to feel it –

to remember –

before going again.

 

The stones of a garden wall.

A loved one’s shoulder.

The mossy trunk of an old tree.

Linger there.

 

Curiosity will begin my moving

long before body wants to:

The movement of life around me.

A scent arrives on the breeze.

Sounds just out of sight.

What is this?

 

As long as the unknown pulls me,

all staying is temporary,

and all is unknown, so…

hello…goodbye…hello…goodbye…