Sometimes
or Life in the Carnival of Men.
Sometimes the ride is wild,
the kind of wild ride that can be
fun, exciting, exhilarating,
a roller coaster that twists and turns,
throwing me sideways and swiveling me ‘round and upside down,
but never threatening my security, my safety…my life--
or it can be frantic, terrifying, heart-stoppingly cold,
a raging river plunging me through rapids
with neither life vest, nor boat, nor even a single person ashore
to hear my call for help.
And sometimes the ride is smooth
the kind of smooth that flows around me like slow and easy jazz,
a saxophone playing behind a bass baritone DJ
a fire keeping the room cozy and warm
a glass of fine wine that flows through me
giving me succor
allowing me to drift into a mellow, blissful dream.
But sometimes
It sits frozen
Idling on empty
and leaving me stranded
in a house full of mirrors.
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