Water circles the drain,
round and round
then surrenders to
the inevitable exit.
So the faces of memory,
so the strength of muscle and joint.
Transitions from yes to maybe,
certainty to wondering, plurals to
singulars, hours to minutes,
grasping to gratitude. No going
back. Nothing to retrieve.
Little to carry. Few regrets.
Light to darkness to light.
Minutes to hours, hours to
infinity. A taste of love to
an ocean of grace.
Wave Goodbye. Say Hello.