Rounding Old Endings Into New Beginnings... Poem by John Tansey

Rounding Old Endings Into New Beginnings...
For Suzy, the perennial optimist


My wife aspires toward new beginnings,
Arising, each morning, with the sun,
White washing the old endings
Of the tired evening, last.
When we, defeated, slunk into bed,
Retreating from its appendages.
She burns all bridges to that continuum,
And cracks the nut in each moment,
Pirouetting at every pivotal point,
Faulting from its sequence:
The coordinated order;
To mistake a tardy toe,
Step, astride some timeless organic laughter.

She, as the wondrous, zodiac child,
Is the galaxies fool,
Walking, the ecliptic, through the constellations,
She attests to old endings
Rounded up into new beginnings,
And that we are, in motion,
Through the celestial sphere of the stars
Perpetually, being recreated,
In each new coordinate of the moment,
Where, for its first time in its new space,
Like trying to step in the same water twice,
We can never do or be the same thing twice...


Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey