(Poem 208 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/PTePZW https://gencraft.ai/p/Q3YLtj https://gencraft.ai/p/6T1PcL

Sitting in the eye of the storm
while the world flies past
outside the windows of this
steel box protective casing,
heart races, sinews solidify
to the point of intense shaking,
and nothing but this fixed point
matters because precious life
rests in that axis and the
breath that was held is finally
released into the stillness that
settles after spinning out.

@Home Studio – 208^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Spinning Out photos to accompany my poem: