Something in the motion of the Earth unbalances me
The spinning wheel that rotates night unto day
Makes me dizzy with it's increasing speed
Days become minutes, weeks become days
And before you know it
Time's slipped away

I feel the panic rise, hand trembles 
Heart begins to pound
Like some tribal drum beat 
That's been lost in time and to me
But I feel it

I need something, anything 
To still the shaking, slow the spin
Bring me to myself again

I spend $600 in 30 minutes on leather hides and crystal beads 
Thinking that I'll make medicine bags and healing bracelets 
I'll sell them on the street like lemonade at a stand in the summer
And cry my wares like a fishmonger 
"Howlite To Ease Anxiety!"
"Malachite For Prosperity!"
" Rose Quartz For Love!"

When I come back to myself I'll see the insanity 
The unthinking impulsiveness that compelled me 
And feel sick for my recklessness 

Maybe there's a stone to slow the sun
So midnight won't turn to 7am in the blink of an eye
And I won't have to panic about the passing of time
Maybe I'll get to sleep some night

I'll make a medicine bag to ease the restlessness
That keeps me from my bed and parades my worries through my head 
Like dancing bears and tambourines 
I'll make one for every ailment and wear hundreds around my neck
I'll have my wrists lined with healing stones 
And if nothing else the weight alone will ground me 

And there I'll be 
Standing on the corner 
Selling medicine bags and crystal beads. 

 

 

by Amanda Burns

 

 

 

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