Chaotic energies from the war-born children on the playground,
ranging from innocent Hello Kitty giggles to collateral damage violent ragings,
Whirl like speeding tricycle wheels around my ankles.
If you try to avoid the spins you can get caught up in the pain.
Or you can let it all
circle around you and upward toward your heart.
After it enters that holy chamber
let it all burst out through your opens arms
(Strangely enough I was asked to spontaneously offer up a poem to a staff member on a playground yesterday. Here is what came out, for what it’s worth 9/28/12)