One Single Impression: Circles

One day long ago
I tossed my ring--

That symbol of completion
Of perfection
Of wholeness
Of everything
Of some kind of marriage--

Into the soft earth under the fir trees
Along the stream down this long road.

My ideas of love sank into the soft earth

Where there bloom every spring

Daffodils

Planted very likely
By some diligent housewife,
Years and years ago

Though those flowers would not stay put.

These daffodils
Washed or blew or swam downhill
Through the soft springtime earth
Or perhaps they walked
(I am open to anything)
To bloom where they damn well pleased.

That's the circle I know about
I watch it take shape every year
As I too try to come up for air.

One Single Impression