The Top

I will tell you what I saw,
when my eyes first opened.

I will tell you how,
in the first recollection,
all things come to be:

I was three years old,
sitting on the floor,
holding a blanket.

I was sitting on the floor
holding a pale blue blanket.

I was spinning a top.

I was spinning a top
while sitting alone, on the floor,
holding a pale blue blanket.

I am spinning alone,
holding onto the floor, cold,
beneath a pale blue blanket.

Image: Samantha Kennedy on Unsplash

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