Mobile

Suspend this overwhelming reality above my head.
With invisible thread, attach my worries to a makeshift mobile and hang them out to fly.
Mesmerize me like an infant child.
For a moment, a pause and a breath in.
One breath leads to another as the music begins.
The music of this suspended reality.
Draw me in.
Lay me down.
Close my eyes so I can see.
My cares slowly whirling round and round.
Better for worries to be put on display than to hide all day in the mobile of the mind,
mixing me to dizziness.