Circles

So the sun turns
And spins: circularity
Is a facet of everyday
Life. Don't you see
How sound also
Rings around gongs,
And penetrates into
The vortex of our ears?
These vacuums swell
When rain in its alacrity
Engulfs the rhythm of lakes,
Transforming solid water
Into curves. Our existence
Also runs in circles --
Thought perceives ideas
In the clarion tenor
Of a ring, joined in itself
And the thing it conceives;
Faith is a circle, and time,
First herald of all ripe plums.