Impermanence

Jack Solomon

Sometimes the weight of my feelings is like a neutron star

swallowing the starry background and leaving a black tar.

Sometimes the weight of my feelings is like a flower petal

floating upon a lake until it settles.

Sometimes my feelings flow like a river down a mountain

and spit out of my mouth like a spouting fountain.

Sometimes my feelings flow through my veins and override my brain

like a quick drink; intoxicating.

Sometimes I feal my tender heart

throb and throb till it falls apart.

Sometimes I am a concrete brick

tied to a rope and dragged through the street.

Sometimes my feelings ooze and spit

like a boiling pot with a tight lid

and sometimes my heart is still and silent

like a tree in the woods, even when the wind is violent.

None of which is permanent.

There’s always an end

to every feeling.

Let the next one begin!