Sacred Wheel
Fruit flies are the vultures
of the insect world
keeping the cycle turning
Every part of the wheel
is sacred…
in beauty and balance
on the cusp of the wheel
gratitude fills me up
overflowing with abundance
the bounty of harvest
the gift of life
Like spokes on a wheel
We are each integral
To the circle of Life
Spinning toward our destiny
Each adding strength
Doing our individual part
To keep the wheel round
I used to be bent
The support of those around me
And the force of the spin
Have straightened me out..