coming and going

Fluid as steel, I am
drawn to the magnet of
unfamiliarity.

Certain as a pendulum, I
return to my
beginnings.

Repeatedly
I surrender to
the incomplete truths of nature.
(What is the engine of gravity, and
the fuel of magnetic attractions?
What drives a human soul?)

Too weak to resist nature
I stopped searching for truth and
let nature set path
became less certain
of the destination.


On this path,
Am I going,
leaving behind comforts of familiarity
Or am I coming,
nearing the end of a labyrinth?
Only to become familiar with and
repeat the cycle of coming or going
once again.