I’m a tumble with purpose, a circle you make, one moment upright, the next head over heels for fun’s sake.

I sound like I might hold an airplane, but you'd be wrong. At best, I can hold a heavy jacket. I'm just not that strong.

In the ...... space, I cupped my ear, Straining to ......, For anyone near.

You need it to sail If not you'll fail Not the mast, or the rig, or scull Without it, your chances are null

Fluorescent sun, paper seas, chairs that roll but never leave.