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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Everything in life has an end Except sausage, which has two. Sometimes I feel like a sausage Like when camping Stuffed into a mummy bag Or bundled up in bed Crowded by a human and dog companion Especially if in a hot, unfamiliar place And I wake feeling claustrophobic Trapped in a body/mind With nowhere else to go. So I go outside To gaze up into the dark sky A full Harvest Moon above beyond A thin wisp of clouds. And once again am reminded of the cycles Of everything that has an end Or if it’s a sausage, two. In these moments I feel balanced At a midpoint, always the midpoint, Of a lifeline I call my own. Birth and death, two points Which in effect are the same. Maybe sausage is the wrong metaphor To see one’s life through And the cause of my claustrophobia. Maybe donut is the better image, A bit glazed perhaps tonight, awaiting The frost and powder that will come soon As the harvest season continues Its fall into winter. But donut, like sausage, is too prosaic To describe an actual life With not only form, but substance. So torus is perhaps a better word. My life a sphere, divided through the center By a central shaft, or Something like a circle orbiting Around an axis Simultaneously folding and unfolding Into a circular tube Both donut and sausage-like at once. But with Life, so more like a space station Spinning on its own axis In an arc around a larger axis Which in turn spins around other axes, On and on in ever larger pan galactic orbits. In all of this the idea of an axis is central But ultimately too vast To grasp into a single concept, Let alone word. Spinning in cycles thus I go Both ends burning, my own Beginning and end joined Always balanced in this moment. Now cold and tired, my muse’s comfort spent Under a Harvest Moon Softly whispering the night is young Dreams await, of open spaces Vast and cool in gentle breezes. Sleep tight my child, hang loose and Rest in peace old man Tomorrow is another day The moon then will not be so bright And miles you still have to go Before you wake. (9/27/26)
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