A Turning in You

There is a turning in you like the changing of seasons when summer becomes fall.
There is a turning in you as swift as the arcs of a swallow in flight.
There is a distance in it, remote as the stars; and deep, as if some chasm opened wide within
You and swallowed everything.

There is a turning in you that seems final as the moment when the last breath leaves the body.
I can’t touch you there when your heart turns in on itself, like a tiny fetus, and grows silent –
A landscape covered with frost.

There is a turning in you that sounds lonely; a stark wind wails in some distant cave.
There is a turning in you that is sad, like the whirling of wheels within wheels.
And your soul changes then like the moon turning black, like the changing of seasons

Turning in you.