Pendulum

Swinging pendulum -
Here, there
Now, then
Present. Gone.

You, in, out
of the sphere
we inhabit.
Cyclically,
In perfect time.

Co-centric
as sand circles,
which fall through,
you draw around me
for the moment
then you...gone.

It doesn't stop,
This swing
right to left of centre
Never still.

You sway,
my stationary bearing
like Greenwich marking
on hold,
the meridian show
spin of my world.
Again.

Slow second,
plumb line of exactitude.

Do I long to be free,
Until we -

Stop.