Swivel

In a rotation

Nothing ever changes

Like a clock always meeting the familiar numbers

The door revolving from entrance to exit

Rotating and spinning

Like the carnival ride you try to spin till you puke

Like the porcelain ballerina dancing in a circle in the jewelry box

Always meeting back at the same point

Always coming right back

But there is not beginning

There is no start

You just get sucked in like a bag being sucked up under your car as you drive over it or the pot hole you couldn't avoid

Sucked into a rotation like you ever had a say or choice