Recurrence

I let the recurring changeability Fall to my shoulders, like a lacy shawl. It wrapped tight the sense of reality, Telling me to feel miserable and small. To get warm I light candles and see My heart burst into flames one more time. Tomorrow will bring no guarantee Except for the stony peak I must climb. At dawn the same sun will wake me up Though different clouds will cover the sky. I’ll brew tea in the same porcelain cup And confront the same, recurring lie…