The Rhythm Sun The rhythm sun Passed another day And remarked upon The impermanence of The visiting throng. Selfies and smiles Against the perma-stones. An instant capture, A clicked moment. Something to quickly Scroll past, the Here and history. Those visiting smiles, The dust makers. Fragility of flesh, Against the solidity Of dead hand's Glorious sculptured legacy. Impermanence and permanence. A reminder to Always remember who Came before, under The rhythm sun. _________________________________ We are the selfie smiles, the dust makers. Impermanence. Photo: Prambanan Temple, Central Java, May 2019
