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