What Never Changes
What never changes, always
Changes, remains an aftertaste
Or forethought. The sand always
Arrives, changing grain by grain.
We sit,
We watch through half-closed lids or
Listen, our hands itching
To plunge into the clay of
Creation, make it our own.
Always, and no matter,
We are the recipient, the Giver
Goes before us, adoring
Our clumsy intentions.
--Rebecca del Rio
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