The Immovable

Thoughts come.

Some are fascinating,

Some are troubling.

And thoughts leave.

Sounds come.

pleasant, unpleasant,

And those joyful and painful screeds.

And then sounds leave.

Sights come.

Sometimes memorable, sometimes entertaining,

Rarely traumatic.

And sights leave.

But I remain,

To continue me.

I am immovable.

When everything I know leaves.

Only I remain.

~namita