“I see, he said, that you no longer wish to resume your former life, to move, that is, in a straight line as time suggests we do, but rather (here he gestured toward the lake) in a circle which aspires to the stillness at the heart of things, though I prefer to think it also resembles a clock.” LifePoetryChangePoemStillness Book:Winter Recipes from the Collective Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective