Come sit and think within the dim
of the forsythia caves,
where the shadows chase their tails
and ever waver with the winds.

Stalagmites grow proud,
columns of might and strength,
absorb their power,
the growing stones.

Stalactites, hold on for dear life,
dangling from ceilings,
forever threatened,
of falling.

Gain understanding from,
and contemplate the determination
required to hold on,
an inspiration for life.

The drip, metronomic consistency,
bringing bits of the upper to the lower
growing, ever so slowly,
one drop at a time.

Such is life.