A Circle

Wherever you stay, you’ll come back to the spot you and God first met. He’ll ask if you remember that life’s a circle and you’ll nod. But even if you got to start over, you’d still knock down trees to create a straight path that’s a fantasy.

You see the entertainer in the corner? Her hands can reach places your friend never will. But you can only admire her. She’s like a snow globe. So how do you get inside without breaking glass?

Music connects from your ears to your lips. You’re singing about the coldest night and the hottest surface your palms have touched. Melodies become colors. Joy and yellow. Fear and purple.

Again, you stay awake till sunrise. Cars move toward planned destinations. People walk their thoughts and go back inside to cook with them, shower with them, sleep with them. Thoughts won’t leave like people. So why do we try to quiet them?

Reach into your pockets for safety. Your hands are protected. You’re the same child who cried when your mother dropped you off for your fi…