Growing On

(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.

concentric-circles-naomi-wittlin

road-less-traveled

 

(top: fineartamerica.com; bottom: chancescroggins.com)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Growing On

  1. Life as concentric circles. Mine feels that way right now. Sorry to be so late. So much screen time, just when looking at screens is killing me.

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