Permanence

Five years on,
Struggle Mountain
remains home.
The world
has fallen away -
people, possessions,
beliefs -
like autumn leaves.
Bare trees,
frosty mornings,
my own breath,
solitude;
only the same wind
speaks to me.
It whispers:
wake up,
get up,
show up,
expect nothing -
the one thing
in all creation
you can count on.
  - mce