the ride is over

this ride is fast.
i'm loopy from
the twists and turns,
the swift curves
that pull us back
into our seats.
i'm white knuckled
from it all, holding
on to the metal
bar, my feet stiff
in place so as not
to slide to the left
or right. it's a
scream, a joy, a
frightening spin
that makes my heart
race with fear and
happiness all at the
same time. i want
it to end and to
never stop, but it
has to. it really does.