Lost in Translation

Moving straight in a
     circular world.
Drawing lines in sand
     as grains swirl around our planted feet.
Speaking directed words
     with little meaning.
Tumbling down the slope
     of confusion and identification,
Wanting to define with
     sharp edges and pointed paths,
All the while getting lost
     in the rounded borders,
Unable to find, to define,
     the beginning or end.

As blacks and whites
     turn to grays and greens and blues,
     hues of yellows and pinks and purples…
Get lost in the beauty,
     forget the horizon and looking instead
To the open sky.