Karmic City Circles

Even in the city

Even in the chaos

Exists an ancient circle

We sometimes call karma

Etched deep into cells

And DNA

Take care beware

To pay attention

Tie up ends

That frayed away.

To stay away

And let decay

What we call humanity

An embrace you

Left lying empty

By the garden bins

Put out to be recycled

This incomplete circle

Buried beneath tower-blocks

Of the city

As we hide away

Burrowed into womb-like

City-caves

Surrounded by flickering

Touching only hard glass

The circle unclosed

Leaves exposed

Unnourished and Un-nurtured

Lying empty

You speak to yourself

On the platform

Waiting for the train

There is a thing called kindness

Beyond blood

Or those that you owed

It’s in the skin

And a woman is a sometimes thing

And a man is a sometimes thing

But a person is a fragile thing

Glass rosary beads

Rolling off palms

Seem unbreakable

But take care

Beware

Hold them/ hold me

Close your hand

Close the circle

Cradled in the ancient etchings

of your palm

Take care beware

Because it’s always there.