by Anthony Ward

We revolve within our orbits
Our nearest and dearest as satellites
Tiding our emotions
Gravitating towards one another
While maintaining our distance

Our history bearing circumference
As that of the planets that follow their cycles
Like the seasons-
Only recognisable through differences

Never appearing to change
While never the same
Constantly moving forward through time-
Revolving with repetition.

Anthony Ward tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including Enhance, Poetry Breakfast, Drunk Monkeys, Speech Therapy, Thousand Shades of Grey, Ginger Piglet, Torrid Literature Journal and The Rusty Nail, amongst others