Cyclic Patterns Of Return

Cyclic Patterns Of Return
© Surazeus
2025 05 02

My ancestors once lived on river boats, 
spending all day floating on silver waves 
to flow with the current of constant change 
that swirls in cyclic patterns of return, 
day after day catching fish from the dark, 
then roasting them on shore under bright stars. 

Thousands of years later I spend all day 
sitting at the desk in my cozy home 
before the bright glowing computer screen, 
designing maps that imitate the world 
for my job supporting our state defense, 
then writing poems to record history. 

If I grow angel wings out of my beating heart 
and soar into the sky among wild clouds, 
I could gaze down on spinning globe of Earth 
to dream its evolution over time 
in how we organic creatures evolve 
through generation of our conscious brains. 

Then I could sing about the sparkling rain 
that drenches fields of dreams where children play 
hide and seek in primitive social games 
that foreshadow how we live as adults 
when we perform tense political games 
over who wins power till we all die. 

Too often as I work designing maps 
while contemplating current world events, 
I feel my heart ache with nostalgic hope 
for spending all day on the river boat 
to float with currents of self-controlled change 
predictable with formulas of fate. 

No individual can control world change, 
though some assert their vain authority 
by threatening violence sanctioned by laws 
that should maintain social stability 
except when people struggling against hate 
revolt against oppressive tyranny. 

Ignoring tales on internet news sites 
expressed through conflicting narrative frames, 
I walk alone my quiet neighborhood 
to feel soft breezes of May kiss my soul, 
and wonder when gangs of mad boys with guns 
will kick in my door and drag me to jail. 

How lucky I must be, I grimly smirk, 
that no one pays attention to my dreams 
smeared in black blood of demons on the wall 
inside cathedral of the laughing clown 
where howling skull of Hamlet prophesies 
rise of Zarathia from ruins of war.