Sometimes when
the weather
is sunshine -
and the head has
a slither of pain -
and the children
all gather together -
and in circles -
go round and again....
The time mixes all of the
yester - the other -
the after and why -
with pieces of funny
and only -
and flickers of now
and goodbye...
The mixes of holding
and hurting -
the black and
the white and the gray -
together - make me
so dizzy -
as I rhythmically spin
in the day...
