by The Cowl Editor on August 31, 2017
Poetry
by Marisa DelFarno, ’18
Portfolio Staff
What comes full circle?
A raindrop descending into the ocean.
Ice meeting heat’s devotion.
The caged electric flow in a closed circuit.
The sour workings of karma’s service.
We all obey this motion
like the path has been previously woven,
but, does deviation have any purpose?
Well, maybe there is a fixed design,
and trust has to be settled on something unseen;
a route that is inescapable, curved, and never-ending,
and everything is harmonized, intertwined,
blending like the ripples in the sea;
a flow that we are all attending.