Stepped out of
the broken circle.
Trust no longer
on the agenda.
Living in a future
that hasn’t happened.
While searching for something
that hasn’t been lost.
A touch of frost
on the stone crag.
A dappled sun.
Shone bright.
Through the trees.
Onto the cold flag.
Scraped a knee.
Climbing down.
Stood at the top of the hill.
Over my town.
I was found.
Broken Circle
thejrpc 