This is the way we come full circle to
accommodate the faithful desires, which,
willfully we sink with and raise again.
Somewhere a pause patiently inscribes
doubtless free weightless consideration
reveling in fluidity and mutably
settling in the unsettled
and if we're lucky enough,
finding a hole to skip through,
moment to moment,
bounding on in light soft regard,
we will float,
it will stick.