Circles

I was sitting in the Laundromat
watching my clothes
in the washing machine,
and wondering
if the circle of my life
is as perfect
as the walls of the washtub,
or as chaotic
as the clothes jumbled
and thrashed about inside.
Then I realized
that I'd put in too much soap again,
and I watched
as everything disappeared
behind a cloud of foamy white.


Ed Hoyer Jr.
September 19, 1991