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

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