How Life Unfolds

I thought I knew how life unfolds

with spinning tops and bonfire glows

but now I sit at the city’s edge

with wonders flirting with my head.

I wonder where the tide really flows

for what reason the rooster crows

I wonder how deep the caverns sink

what turtles know, if owls think.

I press my hands to my face

to feel again, to know the taste

of fingertips whose joyful dance

is a wild wolf woman prance.

I thought I knew how life would go

and yet she changes as I grow —

I roll the die, I free fall in

and allow the game to begin again.

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