She thought she would die before Him
It was his intention to sing
To one hundred. She entered into
The circle of No Exit. A ring
Around her need for reverie,
A need to nourish his light,
Both real and potential. She would glow
In his shadows and throw back bright
Refltections. They began
In a heat of the first degree
Rising to firmaments,
Prospects toward grand symmetry
She thought she might die before Him
Nothing that happened before
He came was of any import.
He was the complete core
Of her center, both seed and fruit.
He was the future. There was a sense
Of fulfillment in accepting
The circle's closing; his circumference.
If the ring broke and the stuff
In the middle fell out over borders
And in between radii without a logical end,
Life was simply outside meaning or order.
Suppose she should life for him?
At once she could try to take his place,
Large and luminous; a legend;
Father, performer, architect of dreams and space
Or since he has run with the wind,
She could gather what he has sown,
Cast the seed to the sun,
Step from the shadows into fullblown
Loving Better by Living;
To keep the circle turning and thrive
On curiosity; spend the rest of a life
Learning to circle toward things vital and alive.
- by Sandy Chapin
© 1984 Chapin Productions
