Day 281: On Inhabiting an Orange

 

I was first struck by the title of this poem, how cool, and then its message: yes, everything is circular in this world, curved and curled, and full of detours.

 
On Inhabiting an Orange - Josephine Miles
 

All our roads go nowhere.

Maps are curled

To keep the pavement definitely

On the world.

All our footsteps, set to make

Metric advance,

Lapse into arcs in deference

To circumstance.

All our journeys nearing Space

Skirt it with care,

Shying at the distances

Present in air.

Blithely travel-stained and worn,

Erect and sure,

All our travels go forth,

Making down the roads of Earth

Endless detour.