(After “The Great Wave Off Kanagawa,” painting by Hokusai)

Nothing is solid;
it is all changing.
Wave or mountain? Both
will move, both
are moving, both
move.
Nothing is solid;
it is all changing.
My heart beats,
blood moves, feelings
change, hot turns
cold, your ring
burns. I bleed tears
falling rain, sodden earth
moves, slides beneath my
feet, you slip sideways,
changed. Words
burn, life turns.
Nothing is solid;
it is all changing.
I stand, you sit. We
talk, we circle. You stand, I
sit. Words circle. Thoughts
burn. Eyes close, we
turn                 away.
Nothing is solid;
it is all changing.
The Great Wave painted, picture
on a wall, movement captured;
door slams, picture falls.
Nothing is solid;
it is all changed.