Is it ever the same?

Is it ever the same?

You may think so,

The mirror never lies...

Sometimes you

Wish it would...

And what you see

Looks much as it did

Yesterday.

But it is easy to forget

That you have changed

Overnight.

It may not be significant,

Not in the passing of one

Very normal day,

Into another,

But subtly and by extant

It is inevitable.

Change is incremental

At a structural level,

When an atom is

But a simple star,

Beyond the inner edge,

Within the nearest reach,

More cells multiply,

Quickly come of age

And die.

Skin is shed and falls away

The air is filled

With the stuff of life

And death.

Nothing is ever still,

Even solid objects move.

And what may seem

To be unchanging

Is in a constant state

Of semi-fluid motion.

A slowly flowing river,

A heavy rolling ocean,

Where the distance

Between two points

Does not remain unchanged,

As even that reference

Is a moveable feast,

Fit only for one thing,

The laying of a marker,

An anchor in the sand,

Over which tiny grains

Of passing time will flow.

An endless abrasion,

Eroding the framework,

Winding through

The hour glass of our lives.

As it undermines

The foundations

That hold in place,

The very point in space

That once was home,

To the cradle

Of creation.