by Kevin T McEneaney
Our wobbly globe is a walnut in air,
trembling in an elliptical orbit
much like a leaf shredded in a typhoon
off the coast of a continent unknown.
We know little of what we are doing
and less about who it is we are
while we twirl around with dizzy thinking
that usually puts us off our balance—
which is an imaginary concept
we create, so we can live with ourselves.
Denial is our default position,
yet there occur unusual moments
when we spin in sync with the universe,
walking on those floating clouds above us.