A Belief Of The Merry Go Round Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is another beginning
we do not know exactly where we shall mark it

this is a ring
a circle a sphere
turning and turning
round and round
in ecstasy
and pain

there is no end
we do not exactly know where we shall mark it

this is a ball
round and bouncing

this is the Ferris wheel
the May pole

this is another ride for another year
merry, merry, merry go round

how shall we feel it?
when we are too preoccupied
with what we are
and what shall we become?

this is the circle of love
and hate and love and hate
a plain of concern
and indifference

these are dances of many lifetimes
and cycles and repetitions

i see a face and make love with a body
i live in a house and walk on a path

who are you now? what place is this?
and why are we here?