Wind tunnels

 
 
You stir it and stir it
and the whirlpool is there, it
looks so inviting,
so you suck it inside. words
dribbling down your chin,
but you’re still sucking it in
as if stirring alone will not win you
a place at the foot of god’s throne.
 
Proofread and ready,
are you missing the eddy
is life being where and not when?
 
Stealing a march on Radzinski
on my toes matching moves with
Nijinsky,
but someone is out there to jinx me
I may as well stay where I am.
 

© 2019, John Smallshaw.