the timeless wheel

are you telling me

how there is
a time to stay and
a time to leave?

like the thick ice
clinging to a spent ocean,
now leaves her arms,
both empty and full,
like the snow
walks on tiptoe
across the brown mud,
carrying her flowing gown
into rivers and seas
always flowing,

where there is
no looking back,
no heartache,
no mission,
except a quiet
letting things be,

when time slips
into a timeless wheel
of give and take,
being and doing,
staying and leaving,
and everything else
around, beyond,
beneath, between.