the windowsill of impermanence

a child’s first shoe,
tiny, personal antique
that child was you
once. and what better way
to celebrate impermanency
than by observing the rate
at which we change
all through the journey
made by a single shoe.
five chubby toes,
one unblemished heel
lived here.
you teach us all
a lesson in living,
blessed shoe,
as we lean to view
the world outside.
the sky, the clouds,
the ever-present hillsides,
allow one more glance
at the ludicrous dance
of our self-preservation.
until, i spy
with my
philosophical eye;
the watch.
broken, beaten, but not defeated,
it still tells the time,
as if it mattered.