Turn, turn around

After the whirlwind stillness abides

and the heart remains passive inside

and does just enough to survive

for the remainder of mortal life.

Come day, come night, and the breath in/out

no longer soars above ground

but slinks in the shadows that always abound

on the earth’s ever turn, turn around.

And that sense of movement passes one by

when the mind on memory alights

and settles around a roaring camp fire

deep into each and every night.

But always there are fierce thunder storms

and cloud bursts that shatter this norm

to leave a survivor not as before

come the calm after the storm.

And so with the earth we turn, turn around,

until no longer seen on the ground!