Sometimes I get turned sideways

                                                                    And my head becomes a muddle

ferrets scramble around inside me

all of my music is out of tune

other days                                  for no clearly defined reason

all possibilities are                                 open to me

I could scale a rainbow

                                            could ride Secretariat right into the wreath of roses with ease

I distinctly perceive my countless blessings

                                                                                     my unearned gifts

                                                                              and reveal in gratitude