Spiral Down
A biorhythmic pause
Is like a drumbeat, heartbeat,
Carrying news that time has stilled,
And craving hearts, not craven
Take up that beat, surround
And symphonise in sympathy.
Echoing quiet is encroached –
The yearning need for space’s chasm
Is constantly denied.
I am the centre of the target,
Concentric circles closing in.
The shadow of another’s body
Falls across the path of me
And presses close behind.
I strain to hear
The newly silenced birds,
And different blooms shake
Their heavily scented heads.
The circle turns, memories fade,
So I look up –
From the centre of this circle
I look up, blink,
In the strengthening rays,
And spiral out.