turn, turn, turn
I turn and look in each direction
round and round
and people think I'm aimless
winds are blowing hard
and scattering pollen and people
like down, feathers shed
no bugs yet, cold
but the birds are back
discussing the cold and spring
circle three times like a dog
and slow to a stop
and know this is the way
I move in this direction
no doubt things will get confused again
and I will turn in circles waiting
but for now the Beloved
shines sun and moon, way as clear
as moonlight on waves
and I walk on the way