Crowned

“We all must
learn to accept
the departing nature of things”
She says crowned in the
leaves of her bougainvillea
that emerges from
a million places other
than its pot.
“Eventually we lose
even ourselves.”
She makes it seem
so calm
as if the idea of…
dying might be
the way a leaf settles,
changing form
to become another leaf.
That is her lesson in losing.
We’re a transitional period.
A period
between two transition periods.
And just like that
we’re losing and finding
each other forever
in a house where we
walk in circles.
You are too real.
This dust just
couldn’t settle.