Tiny Circles

I circle.

I walk this rotation

between hope

and temperance.

.

between daring

to believe

in something that

seems to work 

for so many

.

and the knowledge

that often

I find myself

in the fringes

.

and in a matter of 

weeks

I’ll line up

for my chance

to see

for myself.

.

exchanging

the pain of

pins and needles

for the pricks

of needlepoints

.

and I walk my tiny

circles

between

daring to 

hope for more

and

expecting

more

and

more

and more

of the

same

all over

again.