Circle, ...Kind Of Metaphysical Poem by John Tansey

Is a woman’s arms, extended
Around her expectant womb.
A robin’s egg in its nest
Moments before its beak breaks through.

Is the widening eye of a chld
Catching his first ball in the park.
Is the blue earth, wintering
In the far away look of your opal eye.

Is going when we die
To the same place where we were born.
Is the world, as an apple, dropping
Into the awaiting palms of a child.

And, it is my mouth, agape, at suddenly
Seeing you before I speak your name....