Those That Come and Go


There are those that stay

and those that come and go.

The sun rises either way, the

creek flows as it did

a thousand years ago.

Our little histories intermingled

against the wider sky of

how the world works.

It is its own

and we must belong to it.

Yes, our hearts break

and sometimes hard when

we lose the love we

think we need to

keep from floating off into

some imagined oblivion. We hold to

all the tender memories

as if to air itself until

we breathe

that which makes for more

the common and the steady, the

real and the ready. The

deeper joy is yet to be

as we fade and age into the

ones that stay, and

share with all the world

those that come and go.

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