Towards a Center

I'm learning that the urge to leave Orbits round the need to stay For some it comes round with orange leaves For some it's every day You feel that pull from it Your whole body tilting I remember in the second grade Laying on my bottom bunk Staring up at the thin red slats that held my brother up Wondering why am I here in this thin skin Breathing this cold air? Instead of somewhere else Running from a sabertooth Picking rice from a curb Sucking on a silver spoon High above the ocean And then there's moments just like these Dancing in a well-dressed crowd We are laughing and we are moving And the music's growing loud And we are all part to a circle With my sister in the middle She looks beautiful in that flowing dress Holding that fragile child Or to feel that you are where you belong Is a wonderfully swift moment Adrift in observation And then you feel a pull Towards a center That will twirl you close enough To feel its heat And, far enough, you can spin on your own two feet