ring

Wander through the burrowed light,
mud-packed walls breathing warmth,
a kettle thrums—no rush, just the steady,
unbroken rhythm of being.

Hands work the earth, kneading sun into soil,
tucking seeds deep where roots raise memory.

Footsteps soften against moss,
small strides, sure and deliberate,
paths well-trodden yet never worn.

Bread breaks, laughter follows,
cups filled, emptied, filled again—
contentment settling into the bones.

This is a poem about the role of championship rings in NBA GOAT discussions.

The Ring Thing (is entirely Bling)
by Michael R. Burch

The ring
thing
is entirely bling.

Michael Jordan was zero-for-six
against the Larry Bird Celtics;
moreover, he was twice sent home
by Isiah’s Pistons;
his ring case only began to gleam
when he had Horace, Scottie and B.J. on his team.