slow moving

the old house shakes
from the road. the trucks passing.
the cars against
the pavement.
over time
even thunder has rattled things,
made the boards split,
the floors bend.
the slow
movement of earth below,
the constant settling
of fissures,
of cracks, made on
day one. even glaciers,
with their
slow plodding melt
in time
as they drag towards you.
nothing stays the same.
not even us.