to spin

a whirlwind

i spin sometimes

like a dervish;
like wonder-woman doing her transformation thing.

i have always done this, since i was a child.
though back then,
it was less likely to make me feel
headache or nausea afterwards.

i haven't noticed other people doing this,
not even children.
why don't they?
do they?

it's such a feeling
like flying
my arms are wings
like being on an amusement park ride,
but it's me in control of the motion...

someone asked once, "don't you get dizzy?"
"only when i stop," i replied.

holding a sheet,
it ripples in the centrifugal wind
like a sail...

i move
and the world spins around me
i dance
in the center

.

dare i do it outdoors, though,
in the sunshine,
where others could see?

it would look most odd.
i can imagine the conversations...
"she's weird. you can see her in her backyard sometimes,
spinning around and around...
she's gotta be nuts!"
ah, another embarrassing thing that i could do,
in order to spite my embarrassment.

it would be so bright, though,
the greens and blues merging around me,
and the sun above.

if the sun were directly overhead,
i could look up,
and it would be steady as i spun...

pixme'n'yoda

( pictures of beautiful me and cute doggie... )