The calendar reads December 31st
Clear and orderly
it affirms the vision conjured
from an unconscious that knew
the augury of a day
Where deluge preceeded
As faint and uncertain now
the sun reappears
Ouroboric in nature

All turns to bite itself again
A year, a life, a thought
Self-reflection consumes
another day
the same day
when faint and uncertain
the call was made
and somewhere answered
Yet always, questions remain unspoken
As the Ouroboros bites its tail
As the Phoenix rises time and again
Ashes make for fertile soil

A life of complexity, oddities
that confound and discomfit
Admonitions to the self
for superciliousness and tenuous debate
but life without turns listless
as there is no letting go
of what was forged ethereally

On the merry-go-round of life
‘Round and ’round
from yes to no
and a goodbye to the next hello
Here we are, there we go
A cyclical world
and with each cycle
we grow

©2021, Myriam Heffels