these days
i’m dizzy all the time
and i’d like to say that’s metaphor,
(and it is, a little)
but i can’t seem to stand
in one place
long enough
to stop the spinning
i thought age
would keep me steady
strengthen roots
chart my course
but the world is cockeyed
and ambitious
and i get closer to antique
every day
rebellion is for youth
(or so i thought)
but here i am
(here we are)
fighting for things
i thought already won
and that’s just the way of things
isn’t it?
nothing is certain
we fool ourselves
into new beginnings and lit
lights and the mirage of
equanimity
but the truth is
it’s a never-ending battle
and i think understanding
that one simple thing
sustains us
i grow old on the banks of a river
running circles
around us all
.
.
.
April 2nd, 2017 at 11:58 am
spinning right along with you.
April 2nd, 2017 at 12:13 pm
“we fool ourselves
into new beginnings”
How I feel this. I see it also so much in my 78 year old father. The run up to the end is so terrifying. How good it feels to dance around remembering it.
April 3rd, 2017 at 3:29 pm
yes. the fight goes on. and still we are spun ~