Impulse control (a poem)

The fine proprietor of a blog called stoner on a rollercoaster liked one of my posts. Because I was checking my WordPress on my phone first thing in the morning, I misread the name as ‘stones on a rollercoaster’—and here we are:

Stones on a rollercoaster
and off we go

Such a nice day for flying

I’m not the first person singular
to come up with that line

and I’m probably not the first
to think about it in real time

I’m sure my hands
will always stay on the wheel

(26 June 2018)