Spinning

A blur—
The colors whoosh by.
Vanes scream with the movement.
In the middle I go
Round and round,
Until I visualize reaching out a finger
Into the path of the pinwheel.
My mind comes to a screeching halt.
Silence. Blessed peace.

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