Me and my sister

When we were little girls,
we used to roll down hills.
From the top to the bottom,
without a care in the world.
Blue skies and green grass
were always the best.
Caught in a crazy Kaleidoscope
as the world span around.
Starting slowly, unsure.
Then setting gravity free,
faster and faster, a colourful blur.
Hitting the end sharply,
it always came too soon.
Rarely lying still, as
the sky circled above us.
Usually we'd stand too quickly -
And reel in topsy-turvy land.
Queasiness sets in
as dizziness subsides.
Stability strikes,
the world evens out.

We do it again.

Rosie Phillips : October 1999