Transient

Transient

 Transition into sleep
Waking up eyes sticky
Moving through the day
As if I owned it
 
Transitions—in and out
Of awareness
At night
At day
 
Transitioning into togetherness
After breaking free
Not so much transition
More elemental force
 
Breaking free
Thrown together
 
Liminal spaces
In between
The hours, the days, the weeks
In between all of us
 
Are we seeking to arrive?
 

	

Transient

Flux

A green tree dotted with gold and red
Rain
Sun
Mist

The wind picks up more gold and read dots
Crows
Rainbows
More wind

A kite sails high above my head
Mushrooms
Soil
Moss

Every day
A different scene
Transient
Becoming
Changing

September