Horizons

My mind spins endlessly in circles
Weaving up and down
In and out
Turning itself
Inside Out.

My arms flailed outward
Seek to balance my body
As my head
Rolls round
Releasing the cramps of my neck
Finding
Eventually
Its own methodical
Comforting pace.

Relaxing the muscles of my face
Breathing deeply--
As deeply as my insides will allow--
I urge the incessant running of my mind
To slow
To also breathe
To silence the heaves
To choke out the sobs
To concentrate all my energy
Only
On that spinning
Spinning
Circular
Methodical
Motion
Of turning
Twisting
My neck
Allowing the weight of my head
To be pulled by gravity
Into that circle
That repetetive motion
That simple
Sweet
Release.

The lifting of my face to the sun
And the lowering of my chin
To draw strength from the solid ground
As I breathe
Creates a rhythm
That places the earth
In a delicate balance
With only my body
Separating the heavens from the fields.

My body is the horizon;
All I have behind me,
And all that extends before me,
Is found within me--
In the heat of this breath,
In the welling of these tears,
In the swelling of this heart,
In the rhythm of its beating
In the weight of these outstretched limbs
And the pounding of this
Spinning
Spinning
Head.