Rite Of Change Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

the life that never went away
remains in silent piles of clothes
that stay awaiting gentle hands
to put them where they’re meant to be;
I see a patent rite of change
and patiently do best I can
to balance themes

I never add an item shed
in sensing chance that constancy
will play a role; I understand
that keeping peace is goal and game
and match triumphant in this frame
of referenced complacency
© 15 September 2009, I. D. Carswell