from 'Hózhó'

Geology rebuilds itself,
rock on rock, stone to the core;
time-piled boulders,
the tailings of a planet riven by erosion,
fall for an eternity, come to rest,
crumble and come to rest again.

Life rises, twisting and turning;
death and rebirth circle each other;
plant and animal energies rage.

The earth’s mineral grinding scratches
the cliff-faces of tomorrow’s mountains,
tilts yesterday’s settled axis, upends kilter
till unquiet dark descends and the stars lie dying,
waiting for vacuum to suck them into nothing,
for creation to begin again.

© BH, 2024

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This is an except from a longer poem. The title is the Navajo name (simplified) for balance.

The whole poem is about the human dilemma of striving for harmony peace in a changing and chaotic world. This part touches on change itself.

Something like that…