Whirls around me, like a hurricane
In search of its eye,
Cavorting, contorting, convoluting
Around and around,
Down and down,
It plucks me up and flings me
Far and away from
Dissociated, aimless and exiled.
Presence will wait.
Gather up your scattered and scarred ego
And bring it home to
© rita h kowats 2013