The wheel is a round way home

like a ferris wheel.
I'm looking from the top
then the bottom.
From the top I see
the horizon
and the whole city.
Below me
people swinging,
dangling their feet,
screaming with fear
and joy.

It stops
when the carney
pulls the lever
and one-by-one
the gondolas
empty cargoes
of couples,
children, parents,
and the dizzy.

I get to stay on top
for a long time.
I feel like the hands
of a clock stopping
while the roar
of the fair goers below
continues madly on
without me.