An Exchange With Change Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Precipitously balanced on the crux
of change, I sometimes long for flatter land
away from the tumult and the flux,
a niche where I can stand.

But the spinning wheel of passing time
insouciantly lengthens its strand,
and the bells of chapel belfries chime
and the hourglass spills its sand.

This azure and emerald globe spins too fast;
There’s barely time to get our living done.
Sometimes I see the mythology of my past,
and how many miles further I have to run.

The clouds, they don’t stay,
even the sun sputters and spins;
We hurry our lives and worry our deaths,
but eventually impermanence wins.