Rounding the Circle

ROUNDING THE CIRCLE When this world races full circle, and I’m no longer mentor, With no more locks to be keyed or flames to damp, I can at last saunter along the radius to the centre - And this is the time I extinguish my lamp. The only time I feel at ease is falling asleep. The daily burden is something I can’t just ignore, Can’t just say ok someone else will do that - it’ll keep. My day’s now circumscribed -- I can’t make it more. Check everything, for no one else will : my safety net is me. When Morpheus reaches from the water and the ripple Of his arms enfolds me and I float in, it’s clear to see, That we are concentric and can relax with the knowledge triple: First - I rounded it off to my best - inadequate, poor Maybe - but to the maximum I tried and did it. Second - maybe not perfectly two pi r. Third - but as near as dammit. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck for Nette Onclaud’s Contest “IN 24 HOURS” 29 September 2011