Most Change Is More or Less the Same

It’s just so muddy, mingled,
So middling, such a mish-mash
Of movement over movement,

Up and down and back and forth,
Amounting to mere muddle,
Pretty patterns at the most,

But mostly a wash. Not bad,
Entirely, which is the point.
Not even the whole of life

On Earth has one direction.
It spins out complexities
And collapses. There’ll be more.