Full Circle
I wake to the damp cold morning
and walk out into the wet afternoon.
A lingering chill sets deep in my bones
with a teasing of the sun
and the gray clouds bury what light I see.
I come back to where I started
out from the same corner
through the same door and back out again
on the same intersection with the same questions.
The mist begins to lift with a trace of light
spreading across an opening in the gray sky
but in a matter of seconds the rain begins to fall
just when I think I've found the meaning of life.
I move slower into the day rising above
the cold dark ground
and retreat inward into the long nights.
I come back to where I started
moving out from the center
out of the cold into the warm sun
realizing I have come full circle
one more time around.
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(c)Tom Avery
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