Day 30 prompt: write a poem about something that returns.
Metamorphosis allows change.
That second is gone, now that one,
unidirectional time is master
to the second law of thermodynamics.
We see light from stars
dead millions or billions of years,
no star, but what it made, its art
lives on and returns not to its source.
I can return to loves and thoughts.
I find old places there,
remembering, like ifs,
whens and thens.
We can never go back
to the time when entropy began.
Desire to control order creates want
as new appears, nothing comes back.
As replacements appear, they seem
to be returns from when. Chaotic decline
becomes change by hopeful judgment.
A baby cries as a mother sighs
while an old man dies, a widow
wonders why a universe goes by
forever without order or reason.
Look both ways with logic and reason.
The universe makes the rules.
Mind the gaps of chaos to separate truth from wishes hoped for.