Fulfilment

By Ian McDonald


Flowing, growing, swelling, eagerly anticipating

Conceived in the skies a million miles away

With the moon tugging gently on big brother earth

Her birth goes unnoticed in the far yonder

Gathering momentum on this, her life’s mission

Rising slowly like a morning sun from its horizon

Unrelenting, unstoppable, irreversible

Lemming-like in her determination

Hoping for that glorious white horse finale

Rushing, rolling, racing, rising to her crescendo

Then imploding in a glorious orgasmic mist

Her life fulfilled in this act of self-destruction

Biding her time again for the inevitable re-incarnation

Flowing, growing, swelling, eagerly anticipating.