Jewish Solstice Poem by Tyler Claus

I look into the stream, watch fragments of somethings that were once a part of a greater, more elaborate and meaningful something
I see them come, I see them go
They round the corner, so I wonder inside myself
From where did they derive?
But a leaf, a twig, a journey to nowhere
Perhaps wash upon the shore, cease to be known
Some may reach Lake Michigan, some an ocean.
Though journeys, even grand as this I see now, will end in decay
Brief sweeps into existence, how unconditionally enduring it were
No matter it makes, how unparalleled its corners folded
How divinely its colors flit and wed
Nor how goodly the tree it leaps from
It must vanish, like cold hard death, the seas floor a grave
The sound of trees lurching in the wind
I descry the bright, bright, Sun.