|A Sweet Melody Recalled from Somewhere|
Tripping on the breeze
Like the buzzing of bees,
A moment soon passed
You can’t completely freeze.
Passing from the past
Into an unseen future,
From the first thing to the last,
Unbroken cycle, no rupture.
We try to hold on,
But the moment’s soon gone,
Yet still contingent in the present
Like the recollection of a song.
We can struggle against the flow
Or we can feel sure we know,
But the question still persists
And the winds of change still blow.
(photograph 2015, poem 2016)