The Constancy Effect   I need it to be true — the constancy effect, time as a single seamless flow with every moment meaningfully free of random chaos, disconnection — no reassembly required, what’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours, the world is the same world as before, green is still green, defining makes it so, pins it in place, the game remains, the residue of yesterday infuses today, I don’t have to choose, because what’s hers is hers, what’s his is his — as if there were no other way.                                                   I say so in a centuries-old farmhouse whose ancient walls whisper back, Oh, but there is.     © Michael Fleming Marlboro, Vermont June 2019