Full Circle

    I wrote this at the end of January. Out of the blue, a friend I hadn't talked to in two years found me on Facebook and we renewed our friendship almost like nothing had happened. I love that we can do that. I'd rather not do it again, of course, but it's great that we can walk in the door after being absent for so long and settle in as if we had never left.

Full Circle

There are red strings
there are knots
theories of small worlds
and songs and amusement park rides too
There are karmas and fates
lessons to learn
scenes we're doomed or destined
to repeat and repeat and repeat
There are lives we live
over and over
like that dream we have
between 8:50 and 9
with one hand on snooze
the curtain risen the curtain drawn
between each reawakening
There are comings and there are goings
there are movie scenes
and pages so humdrum we cut them from the novels
we don't write about our numbered days
encounters we define
by chapter or by interlude
whole passages of time
more like an intermission
before we have the chance for once
to do the right thing
or the right wrong thing
to make up for all those times
we did the wrong right thing
and walked away
alone