I am unsettled; I spin
Like a top let loose on a corrugated terrain
With a distinct eye fixed at the far end of the wall
Holding a message for me; slyly asking,
“Will you let up once more?”
Air currents jab at my sides;
I pirouette on steepled feet; my footwork
Honed and worn smooth, like a trusty old chair.
My spinning neck
Feels the eye’s gaze, jabbing at me
Waiting on the far side, its lashes still moist
from our frenzied parting
and I turn and turn again, disconcerted, un-concerned, out of sync with all the world.