A carousel turning around and around,
The music unceasing calliope sounds.
Emotions the horses upon which I ride,
First high and then low until finally I slide,
To the edge of the platform to try and get down,
But I fear if I make the leap to the ground.
That things will not change for better but worse,
The fear of the unknown always a curse.
Maybe one day I’ll learn how slow it all down ,
And finally get off this merry go round.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 28, 2023