Editing: Impermanence

Not sure
What transpired yesterday
But twas short-lived
As all dissolved today.

What spark of enthusiasm
Prompted that happy turn
I could not say
And know not if or when it will recur.

Impermanence,
I guess so!
Or something else
To let go of,

Or even another landmark
Passed by the mysterious ship
Whose name I do not know
But whose company I keep.

And now another change,
As making oatmeal with raisons
It suddenly occurs to me
To add a tablespoon of almonds;

And so, we see
That new turns happen
All the time
But some only noted more than others;

The wrinkles around the eyes
Grow deeper as well
But are barely noted
Until they enlarge sufficiently;

And even then, only by comparison to
Such memories as
The reflection of a smooth-faced fawn,
Which gazed out from a mirror bright,
Mounted upon a hallway closet door so long ago.