wheel

the cycle of generations
the wheel of life and death
which we so venerate
where our slow place here on earth
taken by our natural heirs
is an extension of ourselves

we slough our skin
and just as soon as spring another skin has formed
we loose a friend at school
and find another one at work or play
we loose an atom somewhere deep within ourselves
and food will find its way to shore the hole
ideas like screaming dreams exciting come and go

slow turned we are the hub of life
and as we love ourselves so we project it
on the world about us
and think it loves us too
in this same way
this is our misshapen view of nature