What goes around … comes
so many times, you begin
to get sick of it, frankly.

Everything repeats
sooner or later; life runs
on invisible wheels

that are easy to feel
spinning under you
if you’re not too

to feel anything but
your brokenness.

So what? It’s easy to forget
the cycles that run us,
when it seems as if

everything moves forward,
not in circles, after all. I like it,
the illusion that we’re each

walking somewhere, or
that any of us is able
to hold still, ever.

“I will wait,” we say. But
there is no waiting, only transit,
on our loop around the sun.

For NaBloPoMo and PAD Challenge, Day 21 (prompt: write a poem incorporating five random song titles).


3 thoughts on “Orbit

  1. Cool poem! I love how you interpreted what we know about the Universe to our lives: that everything orbits something (even our galaxy), everything is on a loop to repeat itself, that we are just in transit, or maybe just spinning wheels (hopefully not). Nice metaphor!

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