Expand, contract
like the thump of my heart in my chest.
It’s all cycles
the movement of planet Earth
in the silence of space
the seasons, the movement of tides
birth into death.
The drifting of tectonic plates
and love that we made.
The rise of empires
and the fall.
Like tulips returning
year after year.
Anticipation of the moment
followed by fear.
Every cycle within it contains
that this might be the last revolution
what if it never turns round again?