Perpetual Motion
The earth moves in mysterious
circles – unseen the hand
of rotation; as seas and their
content pushed by tides
both great and small, even on
the calmest day, true rest an
illusion within ripples – freedom a
debatable subject, no ship
sailing beyond its shores –
the mystic believing
each of us attached to a star: surely there are
enough for all...including those having perished
throughout the ages in the glare of light
and the shadows of dark...
little seems fixed as if permanent – yet
nothing passes without leaving behind
its echos – mine is poetry.....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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