Pleasure in Absence of Ending (Ensō)
Thoughtful, proposing not end, but process.
In this noon’s grayness I disclose my need.
Which is a lotus floating in your pond, a clutch of zeros
blooming in moonlight. Last night’s missing sleep.
An ending, by definition, concludes.
But what occurs in a circle’s body, or infinity’s border?
Imprecision acknowledged, I sip wine and gauge distance.
Take comfort in the disorderly.
Starting at the top, the brush moves down and right,
clockwise, then rising in opposition, halts.
Drifting, incomplete, I step back.
Some leave a gap; others do not.
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This first appeared in Posit: A Journal of Literature and Art in September 2017.
O at the Edges 
Reading this and pondering you instinctively driving an enso path looping large portions of the US with your gaze and interpretation … poems brewing as wheels roll …
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Thus far the enso is a straight line, but I imagine future drives may take in an enso loop.
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Great last line.
(and some sometimes leave and sometimes complete) (K)
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It’s a bit open-ended. 😉
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Mind the gap! Who knows what may come of it?
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Oh, those unfinishings!
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