in shorthand
we call it soul
but what is it really
as soon as it’s spied
then drafted into definition it is gone
there is a sameness today tomorrow yesterday that follows in the wake
of change it is to this sameness
we turn as the clock speeds along its lifeline
the shades change from bold to hued essence
a reminder of a beginning reflected in words we each
try to frame on the walls
of lived experience
a hoped for
masterpiece