Life Is One Poem

My life is one poem, why?

Because I noticed most of it

going by.

It changed from chapter to

verse, got better and worse, 

but it's logic never escaped me.

One poem, one love, gain and

loss, up and down, always back

to square one. 

Square one, in the middle 

of things, where we always begin

anew for this tranche of time 

between beginning less 

and endless, even as

my ass itches.