whirling dervish

I am acutely aware of who I am.  How I am.

The ‘whirling dervish’ attitude I have to my life.

If I move fast enough I’ll make it.

I have no regrets.

But I am tired.

And besides….HE feels like a whirling dervish to me.

HE feels fast and busy and determined and deliberate.

Maybe that’s why we get along so well.

And maybe that’s why we clash from time to time.

Perhaps this all resonates a little to deeply,

perhaps it is a little too true and

perhaps it scratches at the fragility of my faith and my desire to be something I am not.

The whirling will continue for now.


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