Permanence

Why is it a human thing

to love and cherish

and lose and suffer?

Why do you keep the company

of precious people

if you know

the hole they will leave

when they pass?

Or why would you grow a plant

if in the winter you know

it will just waste away?

Maybe it is because

we are temporary as well.

Maybe, like a parent looking

at the familiar face of their child,

we are attracted to that beauty

which can never be permanent.

“We will both be gone soon.”

we say.

“Let us spend

what little time we have

together.”

Is it cruel?

Probably a little.

But also maybe not.

Permanence isn’t wonderful.

It's not mystical or rare.

There's nothing fleeting or urgent.

It's dull.

It desecrates.