Equanimity

The sunlight is silver,

the clouds a light lavender 

between the gray and white,

above the yet dark tree line 

on the horizon, the time before

full light.  The scene will change.

The clouds shift in color 

and shape, the light losing that 

silver tint to the golden light

of day, the slow, steady movement

by the sun in moment and degree

moving from east to west.  That 

eternal certainty in a context 

never the same.  The sun affected 

by or affecting the changes 

of the seasons.  If this is in the sun,

why is not so in me?  This ambiguity 

of first and second causes,

the eternal certainty in the face

of change, the equanimity that 

nothing remains the same except

the beauty of how things fit together.

-Byron Hoot

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