Of course I know this
but it strikes me again today
how insistent change is
steady lumber of adjustment
God’s endless edits
there is a man who does tai-chi in the park
every morning
rain or shine
swimming through the air
beside the same crooked tree
I wonder
if I asked him
the story of that tree
if he would tell me a soap opera
so much drama every day
if you keep watching
if you can slow the flicker of your mind
enough to witness.