Re-
dun-
dant,
these
rituals
by which
I define myself –
find purpose, validate
my being – I create herculean
tasks, ignore God’s role, the cycles
of nature; script myself responsibility –
a dramatic starring role with no applause,
and in the end, when light has given over to dark
and this body has failed me, will objectivity set me free
or shall I return to do it all again…a hypnotic spiral dance?
(Inspired by Willow Poetry’s Challenge: What Do You See? Featured image is the prompt.)
One Woman's Quest 