I came here alone,
sliding along some misplaced beam ...
whistle-clicking,
gathering moon as I went.
I knew when I came
it would not be long,
a ferris wheel ride
in a rocking chair ...
and I see much,
but it passes quickly
and it's all so blurred.
I'll go alone
when I finally go,
reeling from the speed
and the senselessness of it all.
Was it worth a quarter?
And, mostly,
will you share it with me?
Just for now?
Copyright Esther Luttrelll - 2010
