At first glance
it appears to move
in one direction:
3.14159265358979…
and on and on and on…
approximate infinity.
Oh! The magic of dancing a round around,
measuring out the great circles/cycles…
and on and on…
forever in one direction.
But,
I believe Pi starts in the middle
of a math miracle
even larger so,
like campfire confessions,
or a birth,
pi resonating her digits
through the dark
to a horizonless beginning,
Imagine
a spider silk,
tight stardust thread/light
reaching both ways
through the universe,
kind of like
creation,
and on and on…
