Small Marks Of Passage (Poetry)

I make small marks to prove I’m here
at least for now at least today
in time those marks will disappear
for nothing stays forever

These marks I make are mine alone
they come from me they’re part of me
as frail as flesh as thin as bone
they will not last forever

But while I live I’ll mark the page
word by word and line on line
expressing love outpouring rage
and never stopping ever

These marks record the fleeting time
they count the minutes and the years
my life goes ticking rhyme by rhyme
till old connections sever

Imagination sees them fade
the print dissolves ink’s pattern lost
every mark in passing made
erased by changing weather