Spinning // breaking

i’ve been trying to teach my head 
to spin at the pace of the Earth’s rotation 
but my body has dug in her heels
refusing to accept any metronome 
but my own

i think it’s because 
she knows the magic 
is in the timing,
the timing is in the flow

i think we’ve hit a dam
my body + me
we’ve been pressing up against this wall
swelling, growing + expanding
to find a way around it
to reinstate the motion

i wanted a container
but i didn’t mean one so small
so now i’m breaking down
another of my border walls

tasting the freedom
that was always inside me
forever on the tip of my tongue