On this day when calendars and those who make them account for the imperfect measurements of Earth's orbit, I am reminded of a poem written many years ago as I began to discover the possibilities of thinking in circles and not in blocks...blocks of time, blocks of philosophy, blocks of life.
For R.E.W.
A man’s senses
constantly convinces
him of cubes and clocks.
But let his soul
assume control
and he’ll talk in circles.