Lighting the background sky
The great wheel spins
Suspending passengers in bliss
Melting into time's flow
Body and mind high off the ground
Poet's Notes: Despite having a clown phobia, I've always been fond of carnivals--the smells of cotton candy and popcorn, as well as the gleeful shouts coming from the rides are all a big help. My favorite of the rides is the Ferris wheel, though I've never ridden one. I've always liked seeing the glowing wheel from afar, spinning like its own sort of planet.