After all is said and done
it’s just a rainbow ‘round the sun,
another ring-toss ‘round a star,
a bear stuck in a honey jar,
an ancient number scratched in rock,
a ticking tap, a dripping clock.
Years pass like apes in papered parlors,
time is their hunger
and we’re all bananas.
What more can be said at another turning?
We grow older and sometimes we grow.
We are so very young.
We move from light into darkness
and back into light.
We come often to the edge
and peer over – encountering ourselves.
We merge our colours with gentle care.
We learn from losing.
We are never quite the same
after we have kissed the sun.
What we have separated before its time
always returns when least expected
to be blessed and clarified.
Each circle brings problems bearing gifts,
each turning is a mirror in which we are reflected
and our reflections are our shining,
and our shining is our love.
Art and Poem by clinock (redux)