Running in Circles
marriage of Jack and Lisa
How long can one hand hold another?
How long before fingertips
grow numb, the joints all sweaty
and the hand loses its grip?
And when the hand reaches this limit,
how many gestures will it make
before it lifts a sleeve to ponder
what time it is, what time will take?
Trees growing ring by ring and slowly,
knots anchoring the limbs, light spun
down through the branches, throwing patterns
of hoops and arcs across the lawn,
sparrows leaping into orbit,
looping and hooking in the air
like everything that’s round, returning,
is loving, patient, lasting, dear.
Even the clock running in circles,
losing again and again the hand
it reaches back to, holds in marriage,
giving this ring until time ends.
Michael T. Young
Transcriptions of Daylight, Rattapallax Press,
© 2000; originally printed in Feelings.
by permission of the author.