The Cycle

Each day the sun breaks

Once more since the beginning

Each closer to the end

I see myself age

Even as the light deepens to dusk

And rivers murmur past

Echoing the voices of those gone before

To the darkening sea where

Today expires and

Tomorrow awaits

 

William F. Collins is a graduate anthropologist/archaeologist PhD from UC Berkeley who has thirty eight years experience teaching at California State University. He served one year in Vietnam in linguistics intelligence and has worked for United Nations High Commission for Refugees. He’s lived in the Philippines, Mexico, Hong Kong, and Japan. He speaks Vietnamese and Spanish, and has working knowledge of French, German, and Turkish.

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