Most of my life
has been spent
doing the Australian
walkabout
or maybe the whirl
of the Dervish —
spinning ’round and round
dizzy as a drunk
in the children’s game,
tipsy, topsy, turvy —
which way to go —
with just
the right people
at the right time
to offer a hand
and
to say,
“If you want,
I’ll help you go
whatever way
is your best way.”
And they did,
I’m still here
(a little less
dizzy each day)
to say.