poetry 2011

working on some new poems...working on some old poems...

thought circles

thought circles

dawn approaches, and we start for the sloped hill outside

the earth below my bare feet is cool with morning's dew

we stretch a blanket across the damp grass and lie down

there are five of us, six including my dog, gypsy

"it's a thought circle." paige says,

us, lying there, our heads all together

with legs that point out like a lopsided human star

forming the spokes of our medicine wheel

gypsy walks around for a few minutes

finally she settles herself on the blanket at my feet

the sun creeps up above the trees

my friends begin to name shapes they see in the clouds above

"i see it too," everyone else agrees

except for me, i can't see anything

every time i open my eyes the blue sky above me blurs together

so i shut my eyes and listen to the others