hands clasped, eyes locked,
swaying in tune to their own melody,
only aware of those who
belonged in the Circle,
like a paper chain of pilgrims
cut by a child learning with scissors.
darkness surrounded their
cluster of flickering candles --
with eyes dimmed by the light
the darkness was a curtain of
uncertainty.
i stood beyond,
one step outside
like a child that didn't belong
one empty hand reaching toward
yet eyes scanning the darkness.
my feet followed my gaze
no hands reach for my
slowly slipping grasp.
as i disappeared into the circle of darkness
i turned one last time
seeking out a pair of flickering eyes
an invitation back into the Circle
one last farewell.
they stood in their Circle
hands clasped, eyes locked,
only aware of those who
remained.
turning to the darkness
my eyes cleared.
a speck of light grew in my
vision -- the Circle was the only
life to live. i
belonged in another
circle.
written aug. 24, 2006.
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