(Note: this poem is from a writing workshop I took with Kim Stafford: “Daily Writing in the Tradition of William Stafford.” It borrows the form of William Stafford’s poem “Growing Up.”–jrs)
I travel in concentric circles,
it’s just how I’m wired—
sometimes going forward makes me dizzy.
I may not get there with everyone else,
but I will get there, if only to move on.
(top: fineartamerica.com; bottom: chancescroggins.com)