I see the past from my window
And I wonder if the past saw me
As I sit pondering the world below
Unsuspecting cherry trees
Changes blow in the wind
Petals fallen or cast off abruptly
Swept up in new directions
Past unsuspecting cherry trees
Change is bittersweet
And now I
Like those burl’d-aged trunks
Secured at one end
Try to snap
From the earth
Every changeling changes
We dance
Like sponges under oceans
Stretching towards future land
Never suspecting
These cherry trees
~ c.p.grisold