Spinning Tales Poem by shimon weinroth

mother earth spins on her axis
turning round Old King Sol
so says the sun dial,
star of nebulous form spinning-
seems by nature, uniform

Attica was roo tumultous
Athens too turbulent,
for our ego-centric space
we dreamt by circadian rhythm

oh history, now I lay me down to sleep
my soul the sun to keep-
electrons usually spin the other way
swinging out of orbits
making a quantum mess of rhythm

galoping minds and runaway hearts
romp our heavens, riding
unfettered motions leap the galaxies
strring up waves of electronic spins
oh why, oh why, do we spin from left to right