Circle
Circle of stone
Circle of fire and water
Circle of Japanese ink brush
Circle
Circle with compass
Circle with string and paint
Circle of exceedingly well-planted crops
I write of circles only to confuse you
To hide the real story, to hide the true story
Of how the circles encircled me
How I was captured in circles of my own making
Circle
Circle of light
Circle of night before day
Circle of more than lover's happenstance
Circle
Circle with family
Circle with friends and acquaintances
Circle with people I don’t even really know
Yes I write of circles to defuse you
To bypass what I wish to hide
O how the circles circled around me
How I was within, yet also I was outside
