Circles
Got circles in my mind,
but words don’t help me find,
so I stare at the world to watch it spin.
Got circles in my mind,
in the pond of space and time
I cast in stones to make the waves begin.
Thoughts weaving through the universe,
I always wonder which is worse -
to understand or think you do when blind?
It seems to me the polls are in
with ignorance a lock to win
because it is the default every time.
So I keep contemplating things,
and what all this someday will bring
when really all the circles make it clear.
In the grand scheme it’s just a blip,
too small to even notice it,
but from our view it’s everything, I fear.
