Lives

Lives

Circle

Eternal

Unending

The same sphere

Never the same path

Higher mountains

Lower valleys

Joyous hills

Depressed ravines

Up where the air is thin

and living seems illusionary

Down where the ground is solid

and thinking is clear

The continuous trail

on one orbiting globe

Forever recycling

ever regenerating

over

and over

again

Virgin

August 27, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen