while we’ve been gone [meditations #7]

The sight of the silage bales
makes me stop in my tracks.
I’m startled to see them,
and unbidden, my eyes well.

Time marches on, nature
continues to walk it’s well
trodden course even if we are
forced to stand still for

a little while, something
that we’re not used to doing.
The seasons have changed
while we’ve been stood still,

waiting for something to pass
that we can’t understand
or control, like we can’t control
the rise and fall of the ocean

or the cooling and warming
of the days, which have grown
longer, the sun setting later,
while we’ve been gone.

While we’ve been away, something
continues regardless of how
we feel, a reminder that we are
only passing through this place a while.

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