Blowin' in the Wind

The remnant of what

is always flies like some flag

from a once upon a time battlefield

where the causalities are few

but significant and the victory

and loss dubious

and the terms of each a moveable

feast whereon any given day

the claims can change and will.

And yet we are not liars,

poor rememberers but can't

deny how what we come to know

changes what  has been known,

that is, the meaning forever

not the same reflecting time's

water and wind swept changes

on us because we are not as

we have been and so, therefore,

neither is the meaning of new

understanding willing not to be

changed to match the knowledge

and sometimes wisdom arriving

dairly like some ancient caravan 

coming with new and wonderful

goods not seen before.

                               The wind inside 

lets me see the number of flags

flying, dancing

                      and I know those 

victories and defeats

to be reconsidered in light

of what could not be known before.

-Byron Hoot
Stained Glass Writers of Punxsutawney