That time is a spiral
born on the point of beginning.
Six weeks of dry dusty summers and hobbling home, grass stained knees, tired and hungry
in my favourite t-shirt, an exclamation mark!
Long Long Loops, we don’t notice the curve
as childhood gives way to the bursting bloom of youth
trembling on the edge of glory.
The beautiful girl with crow black hair…
Now, looking back, years blur as they churn
A rueful wisdom, hard won
as we race toward