The earth is spinning in my head
only it is not the earth and
it need not spin.
I rest, breathing:
I move empty limbs,
count the steam of my breath
I watch as flowers fade
and birds flap their feathers
knowing my head
is not the earth
and will be still
quiet
if I watch
my breath and watch
wind that can only be seen
in the fall of my chest
and thrash of the flags
of our forefathers and
their forefathers same;
And I think maybe when I move my mind
to the spin of the earth
I will not mind it such.
