In that last moment before letting go (a poem)

One of the several poems I found coming to me just as I was getting ready to go to sleep for the night. (The title is provisional, since nothing better immediately came to mind…)

The universe is off-center
I’m just outside the eye of the storm
where the winds whip me around
in an ever-widening circle
centrifugal force run amuck

Where will they put me down
when they’re through tossing me around?
There’s no clear ground that I can see
just the violence of weather
and chunks of debris

Somewhere the ground is ready
it’s just waiting for me to fall
when the winds tire of fighting gravity
and centrifugal force says, ‘What the hell?’
and lets go

(16 June 2015—posted June 17)