We made circles to cure you.
We made circles to cure you, a pilgrimage to the medicine wheel, tangling ourselves in a myth we could not believe with our minds. We found faith in the way our skin tingled when standing on that spot. We were never sure what cured you, how or if you'd been cured. Circles returned us, circles knotted up our conversations, age and relativity and a refrain of refraining from speaking of it, because even a whisper sounds like a circle.