A Year of Poems – Day 92

Phrases turn to meet their twisting needs
Till like a spinning wobbling top
the meaning falls away.

This is the game at which we play
like children in the rain,
Who spin and laugh and spin again
why should they ever explain?

The gyre spins the ship around
in part because it can
To question it, to tame the wind
is beyond the scope of man.

The world it laughs with every wind;
it cries with every gull;
it spins with every lovers heart,
and with their children falls.
The very force that turns the world
is turning at us all

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