it's a puzzle that will never be solved ever.
wandering around inside a space with no instructions
courts chaos nicely, m'thinks. spin and spin
and stop with head still twirling. stagger a bit
then find your bearings inside a world that
is hostile to all that can live.
it's a tangle running from post seeking balance
and touching the pillar as if it were a magic wand
all the while wishing and wishing. stars spin
and twirl, and the moon staggers watching us
down here, erratic as heartbeats under
pressure or after a good jaunt along the river.
it's a snag and a trick, anyhow the birds
are happy even if the season are as erratic
as why glaciers crack and fall into the ocean.
watch out! here comes a toy fire truck
guided by a three year old on a mission.
it could be a near thing.
Stella L. Crews