Revolution

Not unlike knobby knees,
I enjoy the spin
Of atmosphere
Around a tiny body
Inexperienced
Unaccustomed
To gravity.
The only difference now,
Is the means of motion
Sought
Rather than discovered
Through accident and
Stumble.
Now I recognize the thrill
Of falling
And abrupt eureka
Of inevitable
Solid
Terrains.

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​I work in a dance studio as a receptionist and am honored to watch children five and older dancing ballroom every night. Many abide by rule and restriction, but there are a few who take time out of lessons to simply spin in one place until they fall, which is comical to watch as that is something I did as a child frequently. It struck me one day that I still do something similar with people as an adult seeking adrenaline in unstable company—to truly value my counterparts steadied in their own regard. Just like the spinning child that seeks to lie on the floor to regain clarity through pause, I do through observation of those I keep company with, finding myself, at times, to be the spin—and others the floor.