Transition1-Vanishing World Poem by Mary Mc Creath

My world is changing,
Like a glacier tumbling from a
Mountain peak, re - arranges it's form
To fit the valley. So my being
tumbles from the world it knows
to come to rest in a valley that is
a mystery.

Scattered are the pieces of my mountain peak world.
Shattered is the wholeness
that was there;
I lie flat and run where the
sun has melted the frozen,
firm, pieces of my mountain peak world.

No one could come near me in my mountain peak world.
I was strong, hard, and solid.
I knew and could predict all
my relationships to my world.
I had the strength of years of
snowfalls that added to the
solidity of my mountain peak world.