Life on spin-cycle

there used to be a carnival at our fair

complete with ferris wheel

and octopus

and ah

yes

the tilt-a –whirl

as a child as I thought only crazy people rode the tilt-a-whirl

as an adult I know that to be

truth

I don’t mind a little chaos

a little spin here

and there

no one has ever accused me of being

change resistant

and yet

sometimes I feel like a child in a tilt-a-whirl

and whoever is operating the thing

if someone is operating the thing

won’t let me

off

I mean really, enough is enough

right?

I am ready to have my feet firm back on the ground

old familiar

unchanging

I want everyone to leave everything

well enough alone

whether it be how to provide mental health care

or what I think I know about the Sacred

I want it all to stop

so I can just stand here

feet on solid ground

amidst the old and familiar

I want the same old certainties

I don’t want to have to struggle

with things that are unfamiliar

or new

just leave me be

thank you very much

but the sacred comes along

and just when my head stops spinning says

hey!

It’s a carnival

you can’t just stand here!

let’s try the roll-o-plane

Wheeeeee!

Urp!