Some things find you

Set you heart right,

Some things find you,

Point yourself up, align,

And the creative guides you.

Whose ties are to this land?

Where circles meet with circles,

that we trace meandering,

in one way seeming lost,

in all other ways, found?

We're not here for long,

welcome the sense of sky past clouds,

Sometimes found on a mountaintop,

Often granted in glimpses,

to those with eyes above the horizon