Afternoons carousel by
In circles, high, then low
And I slide
past the child on a white champion stallion
With pink and purple ceramic ribbons streaming beneath my hands
I stop before the watchful mother with her arms protecting
on either side of an unsteady daughter
Making sure there are no falls
Between the future and the past
And the turning mirror
Of changing me
Old and young
With the golden spires that spear the horses moving
Moving up and down.
I am still staring
At a painting of kings, queens and quests regally splashed through the spine of this
This casual whirligig
The mall clamors around me
the buying and selling of existence
While I’m spinning
Hearing a comforting tune
That tells me I’m in a magical safe place.
I don’t want out.
I know I can’t stay.