A fan spins above my head cooling me,
The earth is spinning too, maybe in sync.
But is the gargantuan earth planet
Spinning slower, which could account
For why I cannot feel the spinning?
And I know it’s better I cannot,
My balance isn’t as good as it once was.
And maybe the feel of a spinning earth
Would give me chronic vertigo
that would drive me insanely mad.
As I’m writing this, I’m wondering if
All the planets spin at the same speed,
And why can’t they just remain still.
Now my mind is spinning with thoughts,
Like an assembly line thoughts machine
Cranking out thoughts unceasingly.
So I’m going to just enjoy the cool breeze of
The fan, forget the cosmic stuff, and end this poem.
Bob Boyd
