We are part of the wheel, part of the circle.
Let me begin somewhere in the middle,
if there is no end and there is no begininning,
maybe I belong somwhere in the middle – that might be alright for right now –
continue on – don’t stop you, stupid girl.
when will she let it go –
not today, not in this soft snow –
do your thing and do it well –
it swung around once, twice,
till it fell –
but she picked it up –
her orbit, her circle, her whole.