The Circle

by Steven Craig

I know you.

I have written about that part of you that is

That part of you that still may be.

To tell that tale,

Takes moments on the wind,

The spread of an eagles wings

It takes a passing cloud

Showering the seeds with its tears

The heated exhaust

Be they the canyon winds

The cold and stoic touch

That of the slowly moving hand

That counts the hours

That you are held in waiting.

There is the shining star

That moves across the sky

To the place that your eye holds itself

In its only intent

That moment that the iris opens

Grasps the vision

The one that will fill the corners

Complete the life you live.

Yes, I know you.

The hard part is knowing

When you have found the moment

Seen the gift, the unfurled flag

The taste of the smoke of a fire only just lit.

A destiny that brings with it freedom in its chains.

The necessary contradiction

That makes the unbroken line

The circle.


Posted on 05/26/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/26/08 at 04:35 AM

I am dancing that this and adding to faves! MFS

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