Turned Around

Turned Around
Thank you, Rosemerry, for a day with Rumi!


Dear Rumi,
Lately I have been spinning—
not in the ecstatic way you spin,
whirling with the fullness of life—
I’ve been swirling through obligation
unable to twirl outside the circle of duty,
unable to stop.


I’m dizzy, Rumi.
Not dizzy in the drunk-with-joy sense
but dizzy in a sickening way,
chasing my own thoughts,
trying to remember why I spin,
desperate to find my way out.


I’m going to fall, Rumi,
maybe even collapse.
I hope the ground will be gentle,
will hold me until I can stand again
and start spinning in a different direction,
raising my arms this time,
to embrace everything.

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