CIRCLES

Louise Annarino, 2022, acrylic on canvass

I circle each thought lost

inside out amidst 

newscasts and social media 

circling wagons to create stories

of fearful need to protect

the weakening interior of America

which knows not 

an independent thought.

Which instead seeks death

and destruction of a nation’s

Constitutional protections.

No circles required with facts and reason.

Running in circles means running amok.

I watch the circles expand and contract,

circle one another forward and back.

I get dizzy with disgust as stories go round

and roll down hills that are fake

without any brakes. But, who cares?

Circles of bouncing balls under our feet

keep us off-balance, distracted,

our fears discouragingly protracted.

Where can we rest amid such rolling displays

of ignorance and false flags?

How can we escape from the circles of lies?

How can we find solid surface and stand

safe and secure in this most-beloved land?

Who will tell stories that are straight and flat?

We need much more of that.

Instead, we let the bleed lead a sexier tale,

circling like water down the drain.

We are sucked into circles of muck and disdain

so deep there is no easy escape.

The circle we live on is now on fire,

circling our sun among other stars.

Circles of life persists despite

our circular thinking and culture war.

Toss the circular balls to our children.

Let them play with balls in the air

tossing around new ideas.

Walk slowly until the surface is clear.

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