The spiral is disarming, first go the hands
Then the feet, then the skin of your ribs
The blood stays in place somehow as you
Spin, you start to think of you sins and
Your family and next of kin, the thought
To escape is trapped in your throat and
Your Adam’s apple grows three sizes
More and you start to suffocate with
The air all around you, you wake up
As you suddenly sit up in your bed
Naked and yet covered in blankets,
Surrounded by pillows, you throw
Everything off and your are sand-
Winched in cold on one side, heat
On the other and yet you immediately
Somehow, miraculous I know, are
Smiling in both utter disbelief and
Belief that somehow, by the grace
Of your strengths, yo will rise up
Again, like the heron you are,nwings
Spread out wide, you right hand
Hits that ping pong ball and it
Crosses smoothly over the net
That only you see in your mind’s
Eyes, wondering if you will ever
See it again,nas shot out of a circus
Cannon as you are the man flying
No parachute at hand, you rely on
Your feet to grow big fat frog’s
Padded feet and connected toes
To buffer you landing, if that is
Meant to be , to make a solid
Sound landing like in the gymnastics
Of Winter Olympics, you really
Are a star, you just don’t stop ever
To see it, and yet you comfort give
To so many, your example to others
Is the stuff of your stronger community
You add your stamp and voice to the
Din, together with others you take a
Practiced spin and add good to your
Sins, you are the man, you are the
One that helps to keep things together
Neither Saint or demon, a bit of both.