Down Time

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
All Rights Reserved

Off the merry-go-round

long enough for my head

to stop spinning

I savor a rare experience--

equilibrium.

My past somersaults 

through my mind:

flashbacks of overdo

dancing as fast as I can

bending over backwards

doing cartwheels

back flips.

I relish the taste of stopping,

a womb of withdrawal.

Dark rooms and utter quiet

are my delicacies

formerly spat out.

Tastes change.

Variety is the spice.
Balanced diet.

~.~.~

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