Some Things Never Change

Some things never change
Like how three years later
We all look the same
And we’re all just surviving
And getting along
A long long way from where I was.
I’ve ended up just to be
Here again this blue room
All within, without, with much undoing
We’re all here again, still the same.
Deaths and births, still the earth turns.
Turns wide on its axis
Hill over hill, re-creating, re-making
Re-marking, re-birthing.
Oh these hills
I grew up in.
Oh these hills
I now loathe.
Oyster beds beneath my feet,
Wretched stinking smells from the beach.
Oh these hills disappear.
Find grace and truth in a new place,
A new world.