Wheel

First cry and last moan ...
Rock the cradle tend the stone.
Eager sprint and jaded sprawl
as it should be: rise and fall.

Born to present face and name,
pick up the pieces of the game.
Cycle in and cycle out;
battle blues and hues of doubt.

Eager sprint ... jaded sprawl ...
Once again it will enthrall.
Mark the rituals sweetly known;
rock the cradle, tend the stone.

"Fuchsia Star Light" Photograph by Bella Dante