let's go round again

. . .round. . .

like a circle in a spiral.

like a wheel within a wheel
.

never ending or beginning

.

.

on an ever-spinning reel

like a snowball down a mountain.

or a carnival balloon

.

like a carousel that's turning.

. .

running rings around the moon

like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space

like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind. . .


. . .like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its own

down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone

like a door that keeps revolving

in a half-forgotten dream

or the ripples from a pebble

.someone tosses in a stream

.like a clock whose hands are sweeping

past the minutes of its face

and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space

.

like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind. . .

. . .keys that jingle in your pocket

words that jangle in your head

why did summer go so quickly?
was it something that you said?.

lovers walk along a shore

.

and leave their footprints in the sand

is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?

pictures hanging in a hallway

and the fragment of a song
half-remembered names and faces

but to whom do they belong?

when you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware

that the autumn leaves were turning
to the colour of her hair. . .

. . .like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning

on an ever-spinning reel

as the images unwind

like the circles that you find

in the windmills of your mind...