Transfiguration

We overlook the shifts
miss the subtle changes
the new rhythm guiding the dance
that dictates our choice and our chance

We set up a new dwelling place
where blindness and denial meet
choosing to see what has always been
discounting all that has come to be

Life is ongoing transfiguration
age taking our faces and forms
love donning the fabric of grief
our acceptance and acknowledgement are null

We fail to see our natural seasons
blooming and shedding with the sun
our hearts riding the waves of the tide
as we seek logic and structure

We are carried on the flow of time
wearing our new colors and lines – Caroline A. Slee