Poetry is circular.
You can
think you are going somewhere, but
there is no set destination,
endless edges, endless exits.
You can
look through a glass of water
and see what is on the other
side, but
It is blurry.
It is distorted.
It is altered by the contents of the circular glass.
You can
ride on a bike
and the circular wheels will move, but
only if you steer
and spin the petals.
Poetry is circular.