Sadness is the need to close a loop
Something wanting to be given
Something not received
An uncompleted sequence
Brought up short
Your yearning runs
Along the broken circle
Time and again arrested by the gap
It throws its spark in stark desire
Attempts to arc across the emptiness
It tries, it waits, it paces, tries again
It falls back in exhaustion, gathers strength
You send it till it leaps
And reaches the exalting joy
Or till you give up on the trial
And turn away.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2011