I’m spinning with the earth,
so fast that I can’t even tell if its clockwise or counter.
Like a whirling dervish
I take my place in nature.
A train cuts through the valley
roaring a horn
that expands into the atmosphere,
like the universe into nothingness;
with a center that is everywhere and nowhere.
And so long as it’s heard,
I can feel myself reaching
usually backwards, to grab a piece of the past and bring it with me,
slingshotting the memories into a future me. And this is how I live,
pulling and pushing
never really finding center,
because I’m always feeling that I’ve got to try
so goddamn hard
just to keep my feet from spinning out from under me.
When will I realize
that it’s the trying that’s killing me,
and there are no feet to keep anyway.