CONDUIT

I do not own that atom
or this one here
in my finger.
They are all replaced
every seven years or so.
So how can I say
that atom is mine
or this one
here in my finger?
Only the body
is constant
but
even that decays.
Disordered matter from
air, water, earth
lockstep
for seven years,
forming me,
then disperse
and go their separate ways.
Like rain on a flooded roof flowing
in
linear
order
down
a rusty drainpipe
then splashing randomly on the street,
I am a conduit
from chaos to chaos.

Richard Fein

If you've any comments to offer, Richard Fein would be pleased to hear from you.