Nothing stays
the words float
off like they never were
we change
and do more things
alone
not good not bad
ja shift in how
the trees
line up
a different angle
sky begins to shift
can we go back
through all the years
and write them
new again?
We formed the paper
with our hands
we carved the pen
from newly fallen
branches
I am you
and you
are me just
starting
down the path.