Circles

A force in motion
From the center of everything
The one that links mother to child
Lover to love
Rolls faster than the clouds
The thunder and the wind
A constant pull and ache
More than a simple longing
An amputation
The feeling lingers long after
The removal of the part
The part that travels from
Belly to belly, from the core,
Maybe it’s the soul,
Or the void that lives in the center
And cycles over
And over
In circles

by Aimee Wray