KJ Delaney

Momentum

Around a stationary center we, spin with a force centripetal.

Always the dance, together apart; a waltz, parallel, to the organist, our muse.

Wheels and belts drive us;

the pinion turns; on a platform I stand, my partner, from brass, hangs.

A hesitation, a hitch;

My head, my eye, turned.

Away I run; she gallops towards me; forever ahead and behind.

Given time, I’d wait.

Given momentum, I’d…