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Poetry

Rev. Ken Dill

Tightly wound and held
safely in the hand
potential energy
quiet and still
poised
Violently flung in space
centrifugally exploding
in the tension of the movement away from its rest and
the opposing force of the pulling
cord
In the flash of freedom
it is set aright
on its axis
that single point on a plane a
vector
And it spins
rotating circling moving gyrating
full of life and vital
very present and
spatial
But friction and gravity and wind
the unevenness of the floor
calls to its momentum
and lost inertia
answers
There is a tilt
a lean a wobble
out of plumb
energy is
dissipating
The sides sway over the center and it
catches itself the grip is
relinquished and
sways again against the center seeking
force
Not out of control
the ellipse grows till
side meets floor
and it is at
rest