Boomerang

Swiftlyshe travels in circular patterns,

Bankingoff currents, too busy to care about

Rulesof inertia, bending the air.

Comingto rest where her journey began.

 

Bandsof perception trickle and tickle the

Soulof deception replete in your sail.

Windsof experience always prevail as the

Hourglasssharpens and runs out of sand.

 

Wewho have known you are ever attuned

Ofyour vigilant countenance, true to a fault,

Temptedto vault over hillside and valley

Onlyto turn and return to the nest.

 

Andthose who you touch, may the angels be with them,

Heavenforgive them and all of their seed.

Quenchingthe need of our civilized union,

Puttingour labors to rest.