Spirals
all about.
Spirals
of all types.
Some turning this way,
others that way.
Left right,
up down,
each a distinct rhythm,
and beautiful.
We fall in love
with one another,
spinning and weaving together
life.
Spirals
on end.
Spirals
sparkling night.
Spirals,
I am one,
as are these words
that eventually unwind
through time
and reveal the page
marked by the print of an unknown finger.