Like a quicksilver flicker
He's as the current
in calm and in torrent.
From start through to end
changes in form, not in essence.
A quick plip-plopping,
A shadow on a hill,
A movement in the aspen;
silver flickering leaves in a breeze,
form always changing, never in essence.
A beautiful thing now recalled,
upon the happenings of the world.
A remembrance of something,
closest to people and nearest to nature,
a thought of life, love, and belief,
a realization; always present yet waning,
a call from life,
it's life that's calling,
here, in its entirety,
never meaning more to me.