Movement

There is movement. It can be felt in the

fiber of all things. Realize, it must go on.

Movement is growing in the dog’s hair.

Movement is in trees, in each blade of grass.

Stones even cannot stay motionless for long.

Earth moves as each plate rumbles beneath

the feet. Pittsburgh is now where yesterday

Singapore used to be. Clouds move to disappear

then regenerate elsewhere to repeat over and over

again. As a symphony moves music in and out of

the ear, tears of sorrow and joy continue to fall.

Movement is present here, there, everywhere.

Hush, be still, be perfectly still...Can you hear it?

That’s the whooshing whisper as the seconds slip

away, as in the sea of darkness the world spins

round. The rush of time is passing by, my friends.

It cannot be stopped; move along.

Chris Hanch 8-25-18