are you in the inner pool...con-cen-tric cir-cle...the green, the hot pink...or in the plu-mer-i-a?
When will I see myself
As I truly am?
Stripped down semblance;
Serene, composed, tranquil.
Turn, spin, revolve.
Dizzy the coil.
Obscure turmoil.
Adapted from North Shore Writer’s Association Anthology ‘Still Running’, Rogue Literary Press, used with permission, all rights reserved, Joan Boxall, 2010