To Everything

Turn, Turn, Turn

Photo by Nicola Ricca on Unsplash

day to day
the rhythmic beat
that circles us with the sun
   up and about
    down and out

richness hidden all around
in plain sight
   in every corner
    every eddy
in every broad stroke of movement
   every pause

the weave
always deeper than we see

I am supposed to be me
   meant to know you
here in such exquisitely
   intended ways

we carry the continuum
of what seems past
   into what seems next
all the while circling

until at last 
our arms find their way
     all the way round  
       each other