The Spiral Cycle

Of life goes in throes, compose

And decompose in repeating scenarios.

Prophecies confirm the turns,

But fulfillment makes us squirm.

The mind wanders like a homeless knave;

The chilled heart shivers in its hollow cave.

The harvest of wheat and tares

Has caught us unawares.

                   -- C.S. Cholas

                           23 February, 1995