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
An, those moments when the basket turns. Sometimes, I fall out, sometimes I can keep it upright! Thank you for the lovely concise image!
Exactly!