When pushed into the vortex
Is there any creative exit?
I lost my track of time
Wonder if I’m floating
in the mouth of the whirlwind
or drowning into the sinkhole?
My cortex sopped in naught
This circle seems like straight lines
I wish I could take the stairs
down to the bottom of a well
and climb back to the top of a hill
back and forth in an eternal loop
Contrarily, into my mouth,
I shove a day old chicken soup
©Anitha Sankaran 2020
