Something About a Circle
the smoke curls in a soft white stream
entering into my lungs and brain.
today I'd rather be a painter than a poet
this scene:
this gray daylight
these twisting thoughts in my brain
should be held for knowing
there is no words.
give me the words
a smile
a warm touch
I'm alone and afraid now
I even fear my fears:
the circle widens.
Scene:
a stone is flung into the lake
small waves roll in widening circles
toward every shore
a man sits
quietly on the most distant beach
lays his head back to see the stars
moving:
winking and changing in the dark sky.
the small wave makes a soft rushing sound
as it rolls across the sand toward him.