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.