I Cannot Help But Change

Give my ashes to the tide that licks the old foundations— smooths the swallowed sidewalks you are too young to have walked upon when dry— so you may remember: all things change, come and go, and I am one.

I've forgotten more than I remember.

All of this is a gift.

At the edge of learning, stones scatter with my misstep. I fear that I will fall— but new light breaks. I cannot help but change. At the edge of learning, stones scatter with my misstep. I fear that I will fall— but seeds plunge roots. I cannot help but change. At the edge of learning, stones scatter with my misstep. I fear that I will fall— but recognition dawns. I cannot help but change. At the edge of learning, stones scatter with my misstep. I fear that I will fall— but duty calls me out. I cannot help but change. At the edge of learning, stones scatter with my misstep. I fear that I will fall— but love lifts my eyes. I cannot help but change. I cannot help but change.

Let go, sweet child. Let go. Let go of the day. Let go of the night. At your window, a dream alights, unbound by crib or rocking chair; by swaddle blanket or humid air. I will be here at your journey’s end. Until then, let go, sweet child. Let go. May sleep wipe smooth your brow.