Circles 3

A man made of circles

He rolls into my life

A river through my valley

As I stand upon the shore

A witness to his flood.

Steeped in life’s deepest pools

Streaming from core scented wells,

He pours over me,

Running new courses

Through the bed of my body.

Obstacles pushed aside,

Floating effortlessly,

Washing all clean

And leaving behind

A fresh mown mind.

A man made of circles,

He rolls through my life.

Hooping round my heart,

In loops he dances

As he ever closer comes.

Ever nearer,

Ever circling,

Surrounding me,

Until he slakes

The desert of my soul.