Catch me if you can!
I hear it tinkle like bells from all around me.
Juggling this that and the other thing all at once, spinning balls, whirling plates; a life revolving in dispassionate circles; me at the centre trying to keep control, knowing that a moment's lapse will send everything shattering.
Only it's not true.
That's not me at the centre. That's you. Steady, unmovable, unshakeable. A still centre in the whirling where I can rest.
Please, God, catch me. Hold me still.