As we spin

on our invisible axis

a thousand miles an hour

in outer darkness

and with even more velocity

in our elliptical orbit, tiny

blue marble in an endless

sea of night, we do not feel

the speed of this life,

of time passing by,

of the girl you were

now grown old,

overnight, it seems,

and what keeps us

from flying off

as the merry-go-round

whirls and the midway

wheel leaves us

momentarily breathless,

if not for my holding

your hand

all these years,

now more tightly

than ever.

 

M deO

Done