the flow of life

The sky, stretched creaseless like a blue fitted sheet
The sea, undulating eternally in its changing shades
Held captive between the fangs of time
Ageless in their existence
Unlike every other creation on this revolving sphere.
En route the heart hammered trail of our lives
Our once supple flesh softens and sags
As the babies we once rested in the crook of our arms
Now stand taller than our own slight frames
Combing our hair like we once plaited theirs.
We wear these years well,
Slow and meandering in our flow
But no matter who we kiss, ours is not a circular river
Slippery moss gathers on the rocks as the estuary nears.
We begin and we end in a predetermined scheme
Change remains the only constant
As time passes like water between fingers
The sky remains stretched creaseless like a blue fitted sheet.

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Happy Birthday Kelly!
Won't you join me in celebrating Mrs Mediocrity's 50 years of life well lived?