I. The good thing about this universe is that
Nothing is permanent. Bad times don’t last.
In the 45 seconds I scramble in the Portaloo
Trying to get out of the chemical rancour of
Blue liquid or days of stored urea or diarrhoea
I was convinced my breath would run out
And the stench would cling to the fibre of my
Uniform or alveoli for good. Fortunately,
The universe is impermanent, even for the
Smell of the Portaloo that haunts you for awhile.
II. The good thing about this universe is that
Nothing lasts forever. Not the lousy neighbour,
Incompetent superior, someone whose face you
Just can’t stand. They will all get off the bus, or
You will. It has rained and the deep tire marks
In the mud formed ponds and tadpoles cluster
Like stars in these biomes just next door,
Separate as drifting galaxies one blank space
Apart. Someone steps into the mud, deforms
The puddle, merges two worlds, kills a dozen
Tadpoles, and the universe is impermanent like that.
III. The not so good thing about this universe:
Nothing lasts forever. Not your favourite prata
Store down the corner of your block, not your
Goldfish from primary school, not your friends,
Not your lover, not you.
IV. When I was a child I imagined what if my
Mum died. Stupid move. Tears welled up and
My throat clenched and so my night was ruined.
I went to sleep, and in the clarity of daylight I
Realised the beauty of this universe for even
Sadness does not last. What an irrational fear!
It went away because what was there to
Mourn if it was predetermined.
V. Dumb child who dreams of losses, I have
Outgrown her. Still, I imagined what if you left.
You. You, however, I could never make the fear
Go away no matter how many nights turn into
Dawn in my sleep, and how tight I close my eyes
Deep down in the tiny corner of my heart
I know this is enough to kill me if broken and
The pain will stay, long and dull, like cracks
Along sidewalks where roots have pushed past
The fresh wound. As we sway from side to side,
I think about Portaloos and tadpoles and big
Raintrees that line the roads home. The thing
About this universe is the impermanence of
Our fears. That is what allows us to cry happy
Tears and fall in love and find reasons to
Want to believe that somethings last forever.
Impermanence
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