Within the spinning universe,
the galaxies turn and the planets 
circulate around their revolving stars, 
and on one of them, once, 
what some would call many moons ago,
you lifted me in your arms 
and spun me around outside the theater –
In the motionless now, 
I wonder if we were the tiny gear 
the whole watch was counting on, 
and if the ceasing of that motion 
is the reason time itself seems to have stopped. 

By Heidi Turner