Writing Wednesday.

   

 

 


Concentric

a sort of egg, a self-contained start

not knowing what came first or when

a strange place to find myself

here, where I've been before

and the part of me that left

right back where I stayed

waiting for my own return --

I suppose I needed time to want

to be here, a reason

to visit the past, that country

long left but looming all the same

I can run but my quick steps

carve a spiral path

circling in upon myself, then back

to stand here where I hope

I'll stay, still and waiting but

for what, I cannot say

-- smh

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