“Walking on the land or digging in the fine soil
I am intensely aware that time quivers slightly,
changes occurring in imperceptible and minute ways,
accumulating so subtly that they seem not to exist.
Yet the tiny shifts in everything-
-cell replication, the rain of dust motes,
lengthening hair, wind-pushed rocks-
-press inexorably on and on.”
“When a pebble is thrown into a lake, everything,
down to the furthermost depths, moves with it.
… And if, afterwards, everything seems as it was,
the level of the lake has none the less been raised
by imperceptible, incalculable degree.
The old order has been overthrown –
– by a pebble.”
“Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird.
‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes.
Nothing remains the same.”