It looks like an A

that is missing it’s brace.

Just two legs

that turn in grace.

It grows in degrees

and shrinks as it closes.

Held at one point

but standing on two

The parent of shape

and language of the

universe. The point is

set while the other is

in motion, a notion

that speaks of

single unity.

Turning on center

marking a clear path,

an eternal path

that never ends its cycle.

All parts of the journey

the same distance

from that stationary point

in the center.

Each turn is the same

for the fingers that twist

the geometer’s compass.