FERRIS PHILOSOPHY
Stiff-limbed, on multi-colored, lacquer-layered seats,
Semi-secure, behind a wooden bar,
We clutch with dread-damped palms.
Backward lifted, falling away from earth,
Then scything the upper air
To make the forward plunge
Over and over
In breath-stopping arcs
Of terrifying joy
Until . . .
Adjusting to the thrill . . .
We lose the sense of novelty,
Let grip relax,
Lean back,
And finally hear the Doppler music
As the wheel cranks round and round. |