America Used to Be A Circle


America used to be a circle, a golden sphere spinning round

blue rivers caressing colored stones, silver in night’s crackling firelight.

She exuded myth in the rocks of mountains

and leaves of oak trees, and maple veins blood-red orange

surging, touching moonlight,

leaving sap to be sipped,

sweet gifts to be simmered over embers ’round the fire

they sang her rhythm in rounds,

chanting the circle of the universe,

her womb wrapped around them in smoke

and laughter, and sleep.

 Karen K.L. Espaniola April 2, 2012

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