Catherine Schmidt


They spin and spin and spin and spin

because that is what the world does

and that is all they have ever done.

And while spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

they look at the sky, which is also spinning.

How they can both be spinning, they don't know;

no one ever asks.

But then one of them gets dizzy and stops,

and realizes that it's rather nice,

not spinning. And so he stays there.

Sometimes others stop too.

And together they ask why -

why the earth spins,

why the sky

and the stars

and the heavens spin.

Why they spun.

They ask if there are any others out there

who have also gotten dizzy and stopped,

who are also asking.

And they pass their days this way,

as a spinning sun sails across a spinning sky,

Asking and spunning.


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