There is one constant
only
in all this thing
of life…
…swimming with me
in the womb of disease,
born with me
into a world I’d rather flee,
hurting with me
when harmed in heart and flesh,
loving with me
as a gentle purr finally brought rest…
…the Constant
unknown
but
somehow
also
known…
…quiet
comforting
presence…
in all this thing
of life…