Is life just a carousel -
A whirling, twirling roundabout -
An exciting, enticing, too-brash mirage.
In which one rides a bright wooden steed
But never is quite in charge?
Roundabouts loom so large in my dreams.
Contraptions of both pleasure and danger.
Engaging all senses and dazzling the brain,
Banishing the homespun, embracing the stranger.
Like halls of mirrors and tunnels of love -
Transmuting our everyday into
Multiple dimensions beyond time and space,
Oceans below and skies up above...