This is the playground circumnavigation:
The leap in space and safe return to land,
Past sea and hills, boats, trees, familiar buildings,
Back to the port of one assisting hand.
Adventurers learn here; but do not venture
Yet from their circular continuous sweep
From start to start. Where going is home-turning
Nothing is lost, what’s won is all to keep.
The gulls stoop down, the big toy jerks and flies;
And time is tethered where its centre lies.
From: https://westerlymag.com.au/poetry-of-randolph-stow/
Date: 2010
By: Julian Randolph Stow (1935-2010)
From Troubles of The World 
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