as Sufis spin
so do planets
as ballerinas pirouette
so do stars
as partners twirl
so do comets
with our Sun
they soar
bright in the spotlight
disappear
into elliptical glory
galaxies spin
the universe spins
all one
dance spins
Mom on deck
Call for Mom.
She’s needed on deck;
no one else will do.
Who could possibly replace her?
Santa Claus or God?



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