Lyric

The root met clay

Then turned aside

A pale thread searched

The same inside

It found no door

Only the rim

I thought it grew

Because it moved

Each little turn

Felt almost new

But every path

Knew every wall

Not forward

Not back

Not gone

Not held

Just turning

Under itself

Root Circle

Turning where I grew

I knew the wall

Before the light

I wore the pot

Like it was mine

The soil stayed warm

The water passed

The leaves looked calm

Behind the glass

But underneath

The small roots learned

To double back

At every curve

I blamed the shade

I blamed the clay

I called it patience

Another day

But moving round

Was not release

Root Circle

Turning where I grew

I knew the wall

Before the light

I wore the pot

Like it was mine

Lift me gently

Loosen the coil

Let close air

Leave the soil

Root Circle

I can see you

Not as failure

Not as fate

Only a shape

That taught me space

The rim falls away

The roots breathe once

I do not bloom

I only turn

Toward open earth