Permanently Temporary

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

I am.

Leaves rustling, crunching, floating.

Stems growing, stretching, thriving.

Worms eating, digging, squirming.

Ants building, creating, moving.

Shrooms decomposing, renewing, dispersing.

I am the grass reaching higher and higher.

I am.

Sun warming, waking, setting.

Waves crashing, pulling, wearing.

Streams rushing, taking, giving.

Moon rising, glowing, waning.

I am the stars twinkling boldly and brightly.

I am.

Birds flying, chirping odes.

Lakes thawing, changing form.

Flowers blooming, colorful aromas.

I am the fields swaying, radiant gold.

A world spinning interminably.

A universe vastly undiscovered.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

“I AM,” I long to scream into that void. I imagine my voice echoing back to me as a sign that I am contained. But no, I scream it with every ounce of passion I can muster and it’s just sucked into the vacuum that is our galaxy.

“I EXIST!” I shout to not other soul but my own.

Day becoming night. Night becoming day.

So many times that the two become one.

Each moment welcomes new life.

Each moment in turn honors life lost.

Life begins, thrives, and ends.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

All of this happening in an unplanned synchronization composing the most spectacular fugue ever will there be.

I am but the shell of a wandering soul.

I live and so I am life.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

I am.