Rain After the Storm

If all cycles were like bicycles,

They would be wobbly, unstable.

Yet the nature of a circle is stability,

Safety and protection; it’s around

The centre of the being as a wall.

Rain falls. Then after that comes sun,

To raise the vapours from this fleeting world

Toward a fleeting heaven. Round the circle

Of the seas there flows a band of ice,

Bound in floes and found in bows

Of those ships brave enough to sail there.

Wrapped in scarves and fleecy coats

The sailors of these ships observe

And note the weather and the changes.

Though disruption there may be,

And ice can melt and then re-freeze,

The cycles carry on a bit

Like bicycles.

They wobble

And they topple;

But they’ve not come crashing down

Yet.