Loops -- I fear them
Perhaps because they are so strident
Perhaps because they seem to have a mind of their own
Perhaps because human will seems to diminish in the face of pattern.
And loops are the most cruel of patterns
We venture out
advance a little
then find ourselves flung back again
to the beginning.
And so we have not advanced at all.
We find ourselves grooved, rutted, ditched.
I can tell you stories about beginnings
which never went anywhere
I can speak of repetitions
words spoken to brick walls
words spoken without hope of being heard
because even while speaking
one hears one's self repeating the same old words
one knows even before the words have fallen from one's mouth
that there is no exit
no advancement
no breaking outward from the loop
It is the old pattern.
One sees the loop forming
and one stands powerlessly
helplessly
trying to believe
that words move people.
Because the obvious is too terrifying.
The obvious declares:
"You have no chance, no choice, no change.
Your will cannot move minds.
Rather, you yourself are trapped in the unmoving."
But I hold to hope:
Hope demands I do not believe in the obvious
or in patterns I continually see.
