Walking in Circles

“Most poets find a walking practice essential to their craft. I’m usually so deep in thought while walking in circles that it’s a disaster if someone stops me.” – Evelyn Lau

“Stop! What are you doing? Didn’t you see the sign!?”
I did not, could not.

I was walking. 

Walking in circles
through worlds
of worries
and wokeness. 

Deep in thought, 
ambivalent to the sign
that told me to stop.

I was walking. 

Don’t break
the momentum
or the meditation. 

A poet's hesitation 
becomes rumination. 

There goes the meaning.

Walking in circles 
making sound bites
over sense.