Transience – Diana Encel

                    The hospital in Crown Street where I was born   has gone

                     The synagogue where I was wed is now a parking station

                                    under an overpass in Bondi Junction

                      The tree under our window we planted together

                                    is no more

                     The man I lived with now lies amid graves

                                      under a different tree

                     Where my remains will join his

                                     when I too die.

                     The landmarks of my life are disappearing

                                      so shall we all.

                      The waters of Sydney break on rocks

                                      that seem eternal

                       But they too will vanish as

                                      waves rise with the passing of time.