Spinning

Ready and steady and everything’s -- good.

There’s a lot of turning, it’s inevitable when you’re on this axis 

Which is inevitable -- I forget just why.

It’s a lot of tottering

Like I’m walking barefoot on a tree.

I’ve never been sure-footed

That’s a sure thing. 

Tripping over air like it’s moving, like it’s always rushing

towards me.

I had a dream I was running in a field.

Running and running, 

There was no end. 

I loved the earth

And it loved me back

The warmth enveloped me,

Hummed in my ear.

“Nothing is anything, but you are all.”

I let this love course through me.

The weight of the world isn’t so heavy 

When you hold it with both hands. 

The world keeps rushing

And maybe I’ll fall.

Maybe, I won’t.