Read Poem: Permanently Temporary, by Crow Miller

Today
I’ll watch
as you spin glitter from glass

pausing on the meaning of
Alchemy
?
“that which stays the same but has also been transformed”

Even within a still night
Life will emerge.
silence shattered with cries emerging from cherry-stained linens.
surrender
to movement.

shake my hand;

A contract
to form the other.
It takes a village
to sculpt a mind
~offer a palm~

Say a silent Prayer you will be a vase
and not an ashtray
Cracking
In the kiln.

To be crippled
at the thought of being permanent
permanently shifted. No longer a pure substance
Now
a scrapbook
of global proportions

Sitting on the precipice
You prefer to stay suspended in the air
Though you’ve long since leapt from solid ground.