My first post of substance: a recent poem!

Spin

When you throw yourself down these hills,

you slide hard and roll, legs pounding

soft soil at the edge of control.

Grass stains and pain are rewards for passion,

gravity the catalyst for breathless bounding.

When funnel clouds come off hill ridges

they carve notches through forest crowns,

dance mid-air, find careful footing

before touching down again. Such studious

meandering pays off in ripened valleys

where the ground is good for churning.

Spinning buildings, billboards, solitary

swing sets—every object from boulders

to bodies wants that sweet speed

around and downward. Are you not

like them? You with your taste for danger,

your perilous charm, smart and sacred

logic—you crave to churn the world, too,

cascade down slopes toward gorges,

twist tornadoes through complacent

self-serious places to land on something

genuine. Reach down from heavy-bellied

thunderclouds to rearrange our lives

with frantic, arbitrary art—breathe

beautiful chaos into my heart, careless

love.