and again.

Updated: Aug 22

Tonight I started thinking about how things come back around.

After many months, secretly, patterns repeat.

Like my mindless doodles

where the pencil starts looping at a similar point,

a little ahead on the page.

Everything comes back around

in a neat, perfect, unpredictably predictable way.

Just when I think the circle had closed,

I notice the start and end lie just a millimeter away.

Closure comes,

but it comes another day.

That day might be tomorrow or it might be today

It's quite hard to say.

I've started to notice myself looping-

an awareness that seems illegal to have.

Like a glitch in the system,

I may see more clearly than I was destined to

and I have no control over that.

But then again, it might be no mistake

but a plot to show me my powerlessness.

For, despite knowing what has happened before,

I seem inclined,

to feel deeply enough

to allow myself

to behave the same way again.

Tonight I started thinking about how things come back around.

After many months I'll write the same poem again.

I’ll come to the same realization,

jump through the same hoops,

be in the mercy of the same hand that loops,

and try to push back again,

and again,

By: Mahima Ravi