sometimes i would stand in one place
and spin and spin and spin and spin
just so i could become dizzy and fall down
filling the air with golden notes of laughter;
these were the heaviest of responsibilities
when you are an untouched five year old,
i could stretch out upon the welcoming earth
and watch the sky continue to turn overhead
like i had the power to move the universe;
and even now i could still do these things

but i don’t

the world is not so light anymore
that i could take it in both hands
to move it magically at will
and i fear
that if i end up on the ground now
i might never rise again