A life lived in lines

does not add up

in the cosmic geometry

of hope and humanity

we spin each year

on our harried way.

Too many people measure

where events end and experiences begin

to understand where they themselves exist

apart from everyone else.

The sad shapes they conjure

jut corners and angles

to give these people off-ramps

where they can debark

lives that have spun

out of their control.

A far more favorable form 

emerges from the returning desire

to revisit and reclaim dreams

that simply will not land 

because those aspirations sustain us

by forcing us to search for the site

where the ends of circles meet

and become real.