Circling in on Creative Wisdom

As January comes to an end, the year sees its first thirty-one days left as etchings in our minds. The memories hint at a body of experience yet to come, serving as a skeletal platform of what we now know. In this manner, this month's offering is a skeleton of words, proposing a life experience between birth and death. A mere 20 words including the title, it had to circle in both directions, becoming an organic flow of circular poetic verse. It was inspired by leaves, which began as cells underground then grew to tilt towards the sky, neither buried nor carried on the wind, but living somewhere in between two planes, mimicking our own existence. Read it forward then backward or see if there are other combinations. As in life, let curiosity be your guide.
  branching out-                                 out branching-                      
   strung between poles,                    in the creative
   my childhood infirmity                    wisdom
   that holds                                          now
   the truth                                            reflecting
   in beauty,                                          in beauty,
   reflecting                                          the truth
   now                                                    that holds
   wisdom                                             my childhood infirmity
   in the creative-                               strung between poles-
A circle with a simple twist becomes infinity-the shape of eternity.