There's something about a circle,
the way it never ends, or never starts.
Or is always ending and starting. 
Or changes the places it begins and ends.
Or maybe the thing about the circle is
the fact that no matter
which way you look at it it is.
No top, no bottom, no edges,
no hard sharp corners, no right angles,
no wrong angles, an infinite number of points
rolling around the same center.
What would it mean to look at life the same way?
Yesterday as the first day,
tomorrow as a million years ago,
nothing ever out of place, or fixed in place,
or lacking somewhere to go.
Always knowing there are a billion of me suspended
around the same core someone,
who never shifts but is always shifting.