You've come full circle,
Rotated your axis into a basket of years.
Gone are the teenage temptations--—
The billowy dreams propped up on a pedestal
That you once yearned for,
Curled around as a kitten did in perfect sleep.

You've grown beyond those boundaries,
Spilt the atoms of your adolescent cord,
Stepped through the void--the cold awakening--—
The thunder of hoof-beats on an open plain,

It has come to this--—
That never-ending gallop that's swallowed you whole,
Left you riding roughshod from the edges
Of your old world to the new one--—
But now like the Owl on the cusp of midnight,
You can finally see.

02/24/2008

Posted on 02/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jim Moore