Everything Changes

Mind is sparkling water
Thoughts rising like bubbles
Some may stick to the glass
And linger longer but
Everything changes
One moment to the next
 
Mind is a highway
Thoughts rushing like cars
Different colors and makes
Coming from somewhere
And going somewhere
Not here to stay
Even if there is a traffic jam
Or an accident making them
Linger longer, that too will pass
 
Everything changes
Bubbles disappear
Sparkling water looks still
Rush hour passes
Traffic slows down
Mind gets quieter
Like the highway at night

Mamata Misra
​(In 2007, I had spent two weeks in India touring through the Himalayas. During that time the precursors of several poems were born, including this one. It transformed years later, in 2015, to this form.)