Transient and Resilient

By Harsha Elizabeth James

 

That it is transient and resilient is nature for me.

Can I be one too?

One that is subject to seasonal and temporal variations

Yet, it gets it back together every single time. 

Time? Wait, do I have it?

I am late, as always, testing the patience of nature again and again.

Will it let it go this time or lecture me again on the importance of time?

Not a word, complete silence!

I am scared; it never used to be like this.

The birds, butterflies, and bees used to sing to me in nature’s mood.

The whales, salmons, and turtles used to send me waves of encouragement.

The flowers, trees, and shores, places to hide

What happened? 

Is it me? 

Have I crossed the limit?

I thought it was transient and resilient.

But am I?

Am I transient and resilient enough to overcome this sudden change?

Wait, sudden? Was it?

I missed all the signs that it showed me over the years.

All the lessons it tried to teach me

Is it too late to change now?

I hope not.

Today is the day I become one with nature.

The day I become transient and resilient

Oh look, is that a bumblebee!

It is saying something—”Welcome home.”