Circle of Fate

A pack of female dogs are baying
pulling round the circle, playing
always out of bounds of reason
they run through each and every season

as the wheel of the zodiac circles round
moving us to where we’re bound
never ceasing to astound
An ageless reason can be found

at the center of the spokes revolving
turn to the right, we are evolving
turn to the left, a loss, devolving
while all the time the fates are solving

problems born of changing mind
creating place where we can find
joy in newness, less distraction
stemming from our every action

Then a peace stole over me
with acceptance of the world-to-be
and all the changes that involved,
as the wheel of all life revolved

? Michaelette ?

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