The smooth circle has haunted men since Leonardo's time
as they tried to draw it and divide it and make it square inside
How will I believe the sun is merely an echo
of the top of my coffee cup?
This circular line, the orbit of us all.
Did you feel the heat of the sun today, cascading down your back?
Burning your skin with its piercing, as if jealous of you
down here on Earth while she is stuck in the sky
hanging there like a chandelier, burning for all time,
do you ever think of how SHE feels?
No I just crept into the shade
to dream and inhale the darkness
The corners were all so sharp there
the sidewalk, the curb, the edge of the buildings
The power lines, now those were a mess
strewn up on the pole like my Aunt Jenny's jet black hair
as she piled it up with giant sea shell clips
How did electricity ever get through that yarnball
to power the refrigerators and the washers
or start the day when someone plugs in a toaster?
It comes down from the pole in a straight line.