Sonja van Nieuwenhuizen | Aerial Hoop

Chaos shows up unannounced,
loud as a room that’s lost its bounds.
And there we are,
Not at the start, not at the end,
But somewhere in the middle is where we blend.

A hand slows down before it goes.
Care is the quiet that we chose.
The world keeps spinning,
Through highs and through lows.
Yet here in its turning,
A truer self glows.

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