I am spinning in the spin
of unchained polar air,
of the politics of a planet melting
at the tips and freezing
more in the middle

and they call it spin,
they call it science made opinion:
one out of four Americans
does not believe the sky
is past falling and pools at our feet
in a blue groundwater rush
that is half plastic

scrape the mud of it from your boots
like dogshit.

I am spun from words
and the planet pirouetting
on its axis.  I reel within stars and orbits
and circle some more,

no longer searching
because the truth is less important
than its turn.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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17 Responses to vortices

  1. so glad you haven’t rusted in your absence – love it

  2. Alice Keys says:

    Good work on this one. I was just writing about this phenomenon this morning. I’m astonished that people “don’t believe in” global climate change. As if it’s the tooth fairy or the Easter bunny. Yikes.

  3. ISpontein says:

    Reblogged this on ISpontein and commented:
    Love it. 🙂

  4. Starralee says:

    Made me think of the old children’s song, “Henny Penny, the sky is falling”–something like that. “I am spun from words”–oh, how I love that–me too!!!

  5. hypercryptical says:

    Brilliant observation of this world of spin.
    Anna :o]

  6. Trent Lewin says:

    Spin and turn, and distract from the truths… we might well and truly be fucked, Susan, but I don’t think so. The shysters and the story-tellers will lose this little battle, just a skirmish really – the real war is with the heavens, and we better not lose.

  7. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I like how you position yourself as the speaker and observer, not to mention sensing being. This resonates with me, Susan. In fact it makes ache. . . which seems exactly right.

  8. so many great images to “spin” in here, if you excuse the pun, but how I like “does not believe the sky
    is past falling and pools at our feet
    in a blue groundwater rush
    that is half plastic”. You’ve also got a perfect balance between the internal and external here

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