Caught the words like snow
flakes-
Atop a calm pond net-
swallowing crystals.
I see life is almost
like a train ride as we sit
we fixate on this blurred view
and it passes too fast to focus
on a thing or know
how far we have traveled.
This season blurs
the windows
of time
when all changes
feel the same
as the last time.
Painting by Imre Ámos, c. 1939 in [Public domain].
