Arlene Corwin writes

Things Come & Go

Things come and go:

Lightening bright and sudden

Over in a nano-second

Dew, its job completed, 

Lost  in air, evaporated.

Forms diverse;

A shared non-substance: emptiness.

A single thing the ring of truth

Is that we are illusory.

Still paradoxically,

But for a shape, look, name

We are, we have the permanently

                                            same inside,

The rest a mutable: ephemeral

And seldom in the know

Things come and go

As quickly as they do.