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.
05/25/2008
