The Spinner

White mountains in the distance
ring the countryside round
delineate the road - blue sky
bright sun hot on my skin -
a trip to Grantown amid
beauty of the day.  My

world has spun round on its
great wheel, bringing me
back to where I started
but the exact location is
a few degrees from true -

for this place is not the place
it was this time last year - I
have moved
and the landscape before my eyes
is different now.

My circle is come to its full
and the ends click together.
Last night a thin
nailpairing moon and, it seemed,
all of the constellations
were there:  black sky

glittering.  Today's cold
mountain air told the tale
of Spring here and frost on grass
in the morning.

I need to let the world go
now, let it spin on
into the dark, part company
from the endless knot,
unravel myself outwith
its perfect course.

Tomorrow is a new turn,
a trick of the light
as I go toward it, the unknown
spinning new yarn.  As God said:
it is done.

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