They Walk

What goes? What exactly goes
When anything transforms?
It’s not helpful to bewail

Everything’s impermanence.
Doesn’t help to calculate
Nothing’s ever really lost.

What is a transformation,
Exactly? Where’s the transformed?
This is the way the dead walk,

The way, moment to moment,
Whatever past you have walks
Deeper into the forest

Of thoughts, of those woods that walk
As these words talk, ‘til we’re lost.