Turning Points
A Poem

No you will not end up in Tartarus if you begin to swivel here
Giving your direction leave to run has been an exercise in following
Mired to this casualty roughed up around the nerves strapped into suffering & trying to determine who runs the ride
Banal footsteps take place away from bars & other slips of the tongue
Said you’d be sentenced to saying a song with me but went off dancing towards the horizon
Still scared & pacing pulling apart this room like it was a heart your golden image chooses this moment to leap
J.D. Harms 2020
