|Posted by Maddie on October 18, 2011 at 4:35 PM|
The Ferris Wheel
Mom said you could see Saturn from the zenith.
Dad said the ride makes you a man.
I can't speak to it—
…But I've been on carousels before.
The sun was setting behind him,
The rays gleamed out from his head at all angles
Like He walked out of the Renaissance:
Gioto's The Adoration of the Magi,
He stopped me and accepted my golden ticket.
Impossible, He said “You can only ride the Ferris Wheel
Once. Other kids want their turn too."
But I know he can ride whenever he wants.
He controls the buttons.
I ascend into the pastel sky,
Steady and restless
Energetic and unknowing,
I can see my entire childhood down there— I always looked up.
The cart in front of me seats two elders.
Each inch farther from the ground is one inch closer.
I'm waiting to reach the peak.
I'm still looking up.
But then a voice: "Yo kid, I ain't got all day."
This was originally a flash poem. The Ferris Wheel received extensive edits, however the idea continues to be the foundation of the poem.