This Too Shall Pass
Brittle flames bring back the summer heat, erasing distance between things long gone and now. I sense the softness of baby hair. My awkward praying mantis elbow bends into a hug. I’m stunned by waves of cicada chatter; dazzled by water, its glittering silvery steel. Darting fish and sharp smell of incense tug at the thread of meaningful moments brimming with joy. Meanwhile life flutters by, eating at our efforts: the life that we no longer own.