I am not finished

Nature is never finished.
Trees live and grow and sprout and fall and die
But they are not finished.
Trees decay and break and are soiled and are soil.
But they are not finished.

They become.


Books leap off pages and imprint onto my conversation.
Music extends in my ears and whistles through my lips.
People eternalize moments and my mind keeps them.
There is movement, there are cycles, there is change.

They become.


I am not finished.
I wake and run and wonder and smile
But I am not finished.
I hope and forget and sigh and love.
But I am not finished.

I become. Constantly.

I am not finished.