On impermanence:
Sacred places, washed away,
too literally.

This is not a dream.

The wheel spins too fast,
violently.  Our only prayer,
centripetal force.
Apart, we're all lost.

Sometimes acceptance
is knowing that things must change.
The universe speaks,
less gently: listen.

The earth is crying.
All that she's borne pouring forth.
The earth is crying.
And now so am I.