You race around the circle of childhood
like a puppy chasing her own tail.
The bright lights, the mirrors,
the ups and downs changing places,
are suited to your size and loves.
And as you chose your mount,
a zebra, as it happened,
I wondered how you would choose,
in the open-booked future,
your other companions and guides.
For now, I hold you on your steed,
even though you have a belt,
because you want me there,
although you were not afraid.
It won't last forever, so I hold onto you
as you rise and fall and spin.