Center, Central, Circle

Not a cloud to interupt centripedal forces
And wind pulling us together
Dewy grass holds us even closer

This smell of freedom
With symmetry
We find our thoughts

Drawn together
A vastness wraps our senses
A closed thought
close and concise we are

I feel myself falling away
Semicircular arches calling me to my fate
A curve ball
Toward the face
Or that crack in the sidewalk ahead of me,
Always reminding me of my place
Deep in the core of apples
There with the seeds

Grass springs up
Through the crack of forgotten season
Pulling us back together again