The Chiral Life

I sit, at the start of the finish
weighing options- counter or clockwise,
have heard they meet in a circle, joy
and sorrow. One, All.

Measuring steps, slow, deliberate,
tweaking the cunning non-orientable
boundary component of life,
feverishly seeking the start again.

I stand, at the end of the beginning
uneven, startled at the dyads of
uncertainty. Promised chrysopoeia
fading with inane indecision.

Bold strides; defying risky contours
embedded in agony of the forbidden,
an ant frantic in the threads of the
endless seam; inevitable ignorance.

I stand, at the start of the finish, smile at
hindsight, stare at life: the Mobius Strip.