turning
we ride this cycle in a universe that spins
somehow coming back both to the start and the end
seasons and carousels spoke wheels and life
ring a round the rosie holes in pockets of time
somehow the rubber meets the road all in all
longitude latitude all in a ball
turning ...
snow swirls around inside a glass christmas globe
a juggler careful not to drop all we've been told
the drummer does a roll on a snare and creates the sound
of a tightrope stretched high above three rings on the ground
and the unicycle rolls out on the line
without a net gravity is defied
turning ...
windmills ... are they really going nowhere
big wheels ... are they really going somewhere
how far ... where all have you been
who we are ... or is it just a matter of... when
hear the student of juliard in the movement she is
a street corner stage the audience pedestrian
effortlessly comes the violin she plays
free it may seem though what a heavy price she pays
as the cogs and gears sometimes slip out of groove
roundabout the ordinary life eludes
turning ...
a circle of light breaks the horizon in the east
to shine upon the publicized the average and the least
as we revolve as the new day's begun
cloth of beautiful colours emerge from the loom that was spun
and in the center of it all as the hub
all the revolutions are around love
turning ... turning ...
l. pfeiffer c. pfeiffer (C) 2005 napkin three music bmi