refuge
suspended
a gentle sway
at the top
of a Ferris wheel
the wait
I’ve learned to trust
down deep
is safe
this inner space
quiet’s way
outside of time,
I’m shielded
from tumult
a birthing place
where I abide
then comes
a word, image, phrase,
toehold in what’s
not known
that little jolt
when the basket
begins its turn
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An, those moments when the basket turns. Sometimes, I fall out, sometimes I can keep it upright! Thank you for the lovely concise image!