Everything must change;
true enough,
but not frivolously so.
Not just for the sake of change.
The tree does not grow bored
with treedom
and turn into a pound cake
while the water can
and a ukulele
switch places
on a dare.

Everything is in the process of becoming.
Hell, even Ovid
and the caterpillar
know this.
Evolving
devolving
living
dying,
whatever the case
may be,
everything this side of immortality
must change,
but not just for the sake
of change.

Sometimes I’ll wear the same clothes
for a week
or more
just to prove what I’m saying.

Sometimes I’ll do it for no reason
at all.