Brian’sPoems

Circular

On Fridays we would offer
our best designs for critique.
Eventually I came to appreciate
thoughtful criticisms of my work.
Many eyes see so much more
than I can see alone.

I remember one young woman,
unable or perhaps unwilling
to draw a straight line.
Everything she created
was wavy and circular.

My own eyes protested.
Where was the contrast?
I could find no beginning or end!
The repetition seemed meaningless,
and with no sense of alignment
I became lost and uneasy.

So I complimented her use of color,
for I could find nothing else
to articulate from my world
full of straight lines and hierarchy.

That was several years ago now,
and though I still impose
straight lines on my designs,
I have learned through hardship
what she knew intuitively,
life is much more circular.