Tetherball

All things move in circlesAll our ceremonies, planets, solar systems,The universal arc bending toward justiceAs sundancers tethered around their tree pray for ongoing spirals of lifeSongs and pain whirl sun-wise around the center pole of creationAnd return to our MakerBut all magic comes in shades andAll medicine can be poisonAnd all ceremonies can be deadlyDeadly if you stand at the center pole of your worldPlaying tetherball with pathologyRaising back a fist and striking at your own hard inflated despairBound by the cord of family bloodSwinging in a circle around daddyGuiding the sent missile at meAnd mom cheers on her little tetherball warrior princessWhile scoping horizons for silhouettes of imagined bogeymen While pain whirls sun-wise around the center pole of daddyAnd returns to its maker