Impermanence
Why does my face
fall away?
the limestone face
falls into churning water
mews of wild gulls
tear the sky into slivers
till it shimmers and shivers
and falls away
there is light behind the sky
there is nothing to hold
and nothing to hold me
these hands
and the hands they have held
loosen their grip
...
you also must grow less
when you leave, remember
like a kiss at bedtime
how the days and the months and the years
drop away
how they rise and fall
like the pulse of a heart
the empty space in the center
has come to befriend me
all things have the nature of leaving
all is
ebbing away