(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)
Narble Furt Lives 
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.
I hear you. I make a living looking at screens. Looking at my own is sometimes a hardship. Keep me looped. 🙂