The end is in the beginning
if that’s cryptic think of this
the circle has no end
save where the pencil started.
Every circle starts and ends
its roundness drawn in one line
linear as grade school timelines
but then time was always circular.
Even with a start and end
time has many echoes
round as sound waves are.
Harmonies have many layers.
This moment is unique.
Here in the street
where the sounds bounce
does not overlap with anything.
Time, delightful contradiction,
past and future rattling
with a present never seen
on this round thing flying straight through space