A Poem a Day // Day Seven : November 07
Uninspired by False Consistency
The pressure to be consistent is daunting
When the consistency is tied to a metric of
The same smile, every day with the same hellos and
The same needs at the same time
And the same…
The same is not possible in the structure of nature’s cycles
Every twenty-four hours is a rhythm all its own
Every twenty-nine and one half days is a pattern all its own
Every three months in the Northern Hemisphere is unto itself a world
Listen to the consistency in your forever changing self
And know that change is the constant service of this thing we call
Time