Impermanence
The world and its
Impermanence
Leaves
A
Permanent
Reminder
In
My
Mind.
One day,
I was sitting
At
A
Bench,
And decided
To hold it
Ever
So
Tightly
By my hands,
Letting
My feet
Cross
Underneath
Me.
I started
Feeling the ridges,
The erosion
That time
Has given
To this
Public
Servant:
A
Bench
In the middle
Of
A
College
Campus,
Overlooking
The
Capitol
Building.
I started
To
Rub
My hands
In a way
That created
Friction,
But
No
Fire
Started.
I started to feel
The rubble
As it moved
With
My fingers.
If I
Rubbed that
Bench
For
Years,
Vigorously,
Endlessly,
Maybe
It’d cease
To exist.
We are that bench,
And the world
Is weathering
Us.
I was snapped
Out of the trance
Of existence,
And into
A
Realm
Of
Trying
To
Define
The
Ceasing
Of it
All.
A leaf
Fell from
A
Tree,
And
Landed
Squarely
On my
Round
Head.
It was the falling
Of that leaf
That proved
Gravity
Was among
Us,
But so was the
Impermanence
Of the
Tree
And its
Leaves.
As the grass moved with
The
Breeze,
I saw people
Move
To
Leave
Their
Spots
On the
Lawn
For
New
Destinations,
And
New
Opportunities.
Transience
Makes
Our
World
Uniquely
Special.
Each of us
Lives
A
Life
Unlike
Anyone
Else.
Everything
Changes
Even
If
Nothing
Is
Done.
The true marvel
Of the world
Is it
Will be a different
One
For the future
Generations
Than what we
Live
And
Breathe
In
Now.
Let’s
Make sure
It’s
A
Beautiful
One to
Inhabit,
Even
When
We’re
Gone.
