fragments of circles...

We clasp the hands

of those

that go before us,

And the hands of those

who come after us.

We enter the little circle

of each other's arms

And the larger circle of lovers,

Whose hands are joined in a dance,

And the larger circle of all creatures,

Passing in and out of life,

Who move also in a dance,

To a music so subtle and vast

that no ear hears it

Except

in

fragments