Anniversary

We have made our home by a shifting shore
where tides and moons and seasons all revisit,
fractal nested, one inside another,
but every wave that washes leaves an altered strand
and every storm is different from the ones before.
Change in constancy, constancy in change:
Our lives turn on a spiral, not a ring,
and hard as it may be to see the difference,
every round we've made has found us farther up the spring.
You and I could walk this sand forever, 
always finding something new--and should;
which seems in some way fastened to the fact
that though we've walked so far, so long,
we still can somehow always see
where we began, and know that it is good.

January 21 2010