TAILSPIN

When I was younger

I’d pick the dress with a fullest skirt.

They were better for spinning.

The youngest of 6,

I’d wander down to the creek,

Arms stretched wide and spin beside the water.

My dress would open with me.

There I would spin,

feet naked on the earth, 

Arms outstretched,

face towards the sun.

I’d twirl,

open to the world until it was too much.

Until I fell to the earth,

laughing as I fell.

 I’m still that little girl,

by the creek in the oversized skirt. 

Making my choices based on how it spins.

I’m still the youngest of 6,

the wander has never left my heart.

Arms stretched open,

face towards the warmth.

I’m spinning,

opening up ,

praying I’m not too much

Fingers crossed I’m still smiling as I fall.