Days the weather sits
in the endless sky,
the clouds drifting by.
The winter's snow,
summer's heat,same street.
Nothing changes
but the faces, the people,
all the things they do
'spite of heaven and hell
or city hall—
Nothing's wiser than a moment.
No one's chance
is simply changed by wishing,
right or wrong.
What you do is how you get along.
What you did is all it ever means.
Image credit: "Paintings of Verdune—Winter Street Scene—Montreal," oil on canvas, by Carole Spandau (originally color).
Those last two lines pack a wallop.
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