The world slowly spinning:
one of the few constants of life.
Growing up, we learned the sun’s rays
were not to be charged
with waking us in the morning.
Schedules change;
excuses are made.
Life greets us with delicious variety.
Someday,
when we’ve managed to **** each other off,
one thing will remain:
the world slowly spinning.

No commiseration desired
None provided.

Curl up fly away
Wounded whirlybird

Wild away on
Weekend shoots.

Our air
Ensnared.

Not up
Nor down
Just around.
and
Around

Softwood seeds whirlybird to the broom sage floor
Appalachian winds awaken forest spirits just outside my
door , Fall cornfields crackle under invisible control ,
Brown Gourd birdhouses clack against each other on
the first chilly Autumn morn* ..

This Whirlybird Backward
is falling head first,
and painballoon minder
is ready to burst,
so the Sun sets its course
'cross the way.

With darkening rhythm
well-finding its time,
and saddest professor
admitting his crime,
the edges so blurry
of which, is the night, is the day.


So turn me to stone here,
and set me the shore, dear,
that I may erode,
in a well-favored way.

what do you do, my friend
when life descends to
a sense of being in
a veritable vortex

a whirlybird
careering on,
tumbling here
and there while

we're needing ever
to stay perfectly intact
lest forward movement
is lost to us all for good...

and we feel out of sorts;
others are like forms in
a darkened fog passing
by us in a swirling mist

though there are pauses,
times when we are stuck,
seconds that we wonder
will it ever be okay again--

just the right wind can
infuse our sails afresh
and generate breath
past the hurdles

to a life for us
beyond this pain
and the pesky trials
to some quiet smiles...

so hang in there
my sad and
lonesome
friend

for the
maelstrom
of our lives
can ease so we

can joy recall
be happy
for now
after all

Whirlybird of gazing views
              on rotor's  you whispers
on the breeze like a hummingbird.


Hovering static as if ready to
                                             pounce,
but alas you descend.