From a Poet

Time and Again Every year we try to pinpoint the season: cherry trees, chickweed, st. john's wort, acorns. Things happen at the same time, the same season, the same world. It's funny that if we know something is going to happen, we find ourselves more intelligent for it, even though we've only inserted ourselves into the equation. I can't help but think that we are only feeding ourselves a bone though. Yes, there is a time in the year for everything, but is time still running along for us as it did last year? How morbid last year, but this year a break in the sun, only a fool would believe they were the same! And yet, we are still living here on earth, on this planet we never leave. A part of me believes we have already gone through two or three of them in this lifetime, maybe another very soon. Don't they say, 'You never step into the same river twice'? And if you only step into it once, is it the same river if you just look at it time and time again, r...