Hugging the Sun

sometimes circles are small

too small to see

invisible

insignificant

sensed

felt

not

sometimes large

larger than the imaginations

than the wheel

of what we think

we know

never

know

sometimes circles are linked

chained together

worn on a neck

wrist

rings on

fingers

sometimes what goes around

comes around

or maybe its just

the round and

round or the

common

jerk

sometimes

just bubbles blown

in a gentle

breeze

sometimes the circle

is compass

is you

a hug

circling

in the

sun

jppestana december 18, 2016( in progress)