3.14 Times the Radius Squared

“This ramshackle, this unwieldy, this jerry-built assemblage,

this unfelt always felt disarray: is this the sum of me,

is this where I'm meant to end, exactly where I started out?”…C.K. Williams

Alone, wending my way, seeking something

unguided, without a compass or a map

drifting parentless, an odd orphan out of step,

out of tune, out of luck, out of breath.

A wilderness trek to nowhere.

In my beginning is my ending spews

the sage. Full circle, my personal mandala

connecting the dots of one existence, one

small life, a speck of sand in a vast desert.

The circumference of a journey measured

in more than pi formulas, measured in sweat,

blood, tears, joy, laughter-a short jog

around the track of my being and I’m back

where I’ve begun.