Eyes wide open

It did not seem a mystery to my friends.  Of course it*s better to keep your eyes open, they said.  They reminded me of spinning as a child. One even reminded me of how much worse it got after too much wine if you let yourself close your eyes.  Oh yeah, I thought.  That*s right!  So how come I forgot?  Here*s a good place to cite the value of companions who can help us remember.  I have good company.  How come I so often forget?

I puzzled why I couldn*t close my eyes,

Regain composure,

When I got dizzy and blurry.

Of course you can*t

He said.

She said.

You only make it worse.

Still

I puzzled.

On the way to church this morning

I was reminded about spinning around

As children,

That wonderful dizzy feeling.

When we fell to the ground,

Shut our eyes,

The dizziness increased.

Now I remember:

Something happens when we grow up.

That wonderful dizzy feeling

Loses its wonder;

The stomach does unpleasant

Flip flops.

We no longer relish

The feel of the world turned upside down.

Our adult brains

Seek equilibrium,

Stability,

At least the ability

To see straight

Without the loss

Of lunch.

Now I work to keep my eyes wide open,

Despite dizziness and blur.

I catch things I missed

When I closed my eyes against it.

I catch things I missed
when I look through the haze.

I catch things I missed

When I remember

To keep my eyes wide open.