The Cycles

Life, wherever it may be found,

Will have a beginning and an end.

Cycles within cycles are our home.

There all life is experienced as truth

No matter the direction of the wind

Years end despite our tracking

Of days and hours

Which surely will not be remembered.

If there is value to our cyclic clock

It lies in the belief that it matters.

Alessia will not have finished her grades

Before we have settled our affairs.

The year just past may bear witness:

To time spent, some pleasantly,

The arrival of new people, and the passing of others.

If this, the first day, in this New Year,

Finds you with love for some earthling,

No matter its species,

Possibilities exist that your continued journey

Will not be without smiles.