Rotation

Today I sat at the kitchen table

in front of the black microwave

watching the glass plate within

go round and round.

Three minutes wasn't enough

for the heat to absorb.

I topped it up to six

and watched the glass plate within

go round and round

on the turntable.

I realized I ought to get a life.

To sit and stare at melting wax

in a container on a plate

is no way to discover the world.

I ought to get out and ride the carousel of life.

Pick a colorful horse

or a unicorn

upon which to seat myself

and go round and round

as the sights blur into an ever-changing

kaleidoscope.

Perhaps my horse, like Mary Poppins',

will have a mind of its own,

and will jump off the carousel

to explore the countryside,

bobbing up and down

in a delightful rhythm.

I ought to get out and ride the carousel of life.

(...but in the meantime, I'll just write a poem.)