A Rolling Girl Gathers No Moss

I wrote the following a few years ago, when it was clear to me that I craved overwhelming busy-ness (I was a workaholic) to hide from myself and issues that I needed to face. In the past year I have taken a new direction, but there are many days that I starve to submerse myself in challenging, problem-solving, impersonal work where I can ignore all other layers and aspects of my life. In fact I fight that desire most days as it is my comfort zone.

A Rolling Girl Gathers No Moss

With a whir of her arms
and a flip of her legs
she plops on the ground
and rolls in a daze
and rolls
.............and rolls
..........................and rolls
A rolling girl gathers no moss

Through a blackberry bush
she picks up some thorns
that prick her like needles
but she just rolls on
and rolls
.............and rolls
..........................and rolls
A rolling girl gathers no moss

She flies beneath the clouds
catch her if you can
she’ll just roll faster
only time rolls past her
and rolls
.............and rolls
..........................and rolls
A rolling girl gathers no moss

--AH, 2004