Thank you, Rosemerry, for a day with 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.