And then there are times - A poem

and then there are times

when the wheels stop turning
inertia unravels another line
and i am moving

the word hangs limp
and heavy in the air
already falling
down below me
behind smaller gone

and i know nothing
(I whisper this into your ear)
see him turn to chase a sphere
that rolls into my hand

i let it go 
and watch it fall

and i am moving
watch it fall
turning round