No Change

 

Shrivelled grows the weakened will

Of those that opt for standing still

Prefer to sip from broken cup

To slake a thirst that won't let up

Passing time from birth to death

Sucking back each empty breath

Resistance amplitude decreases

Within its limits grow the creases

Tethered to a cloud-soaked sky

Wondering when it might roll by

The same is cycled round and round

The drumbeat fades into no sound

Fixed to constants slow and steady

Anticipating what’s never ready

He who lives his life estranged

Cannot abide what hasn’t changed

 

 

                              s. paul  (Feb. 2023)