Spaced Out

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.