POETRY

At Natural Bridge

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Shuffling through the dry debris,
I saw the spiral in a tree.
The trunk was wrung into a twist,
As if by two angelic fists,
And not expecting spirals there,
I searched for spirals everywhere.

There, along the asphalt walk,
I saw the spiral in the rock,
And as all spirals tend to do,
It turned my senses like a screw.

Beneath the ancient arch of stone,
I felt the spiral in the bone,
And since it dwelt beneath my skin,
I could not see my clockwork spin.

Beholding Natural Bridge, I swear
I felt the spiral in the air.
It spun my spirit all around;
It lifted me up off the ground,
And as it carried me away,
I faced the margin of the day.