The Ferris Wheel


The Ferris Wheel

The Ferris wheel swoops

down from the heights of

July where we sit and

lift our arms in wild

abandonment to summer.

At top, we dangle

light feet as warm

breezes blow our hair.

In January cold, we sit at

the bottom of the circle to

unload and reload—pondering

and preparing for the ride up

through February, March and more…

Spring and then summer again.

Around we go.

Sunrises and sunsets slathered with color

light the heavens all around us.

Evening and morning,

evening and morning.

They are the spark of what stretches beyond—

the ethereal bookends, marking each day.

How they inspire the soul to soar

above the monotony of the cycle,

to look up, beyond

the constant turning,

the constant turning.

©Bonnie Saul Wilks

all rights reserved

(Photo Credit: Wikipedia: The first first Ferris Wheel from the 1893 World Colombian Exposition in Chicago.)

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