A fever
came like a dream
stealing what was thought to be real
for a time inhabiting that uneasy place
between what we know and what we are unsure of
swapping masks
changing faces
like wolves chewing through
fabric of the known and the illusion
we usually pay heed to
until a strong wind
blows us from familiar
back to our cradles
we began here and will close once more
like a book of our life
were it known
could start and finish
with the same
set of words
returning like childhood
we chase our tails
around the may pole
catching dappled sunlight
on our shoulders