Leaning in toward the world

O' I've danced around,
and even pranced around,
but mostly just chanced around.

I've made my noise and barely learned
to whisper if it meant not getting burned.
I can squelch it in or smile it out by turn.

I live on a world as round as any sound,
I am always spinning, spinning around:
I don't quite keep both feet on the ground.

Bill K Boydstun