Loss

Finitude lends beauty to the fleeting nature

of our conscious experience,

for if unfettered what is so precious would somehow lose

its wonder and become staid, drear

in unending repetition.

Yet endings bring pain, surprise, rebellion, wounds,

a searching of ourselves for meaning,

when what has occurred is no stranger than a flower

after its season giving way

to seeds

of new life in a changed

and wondrous world.