oh my

are you not

Dorothy

with her little dog

Toto,

in the house

as it spins

high in the sky caught

in a tornado.

the window

to the outside world

holding

nearly everything

you've ever

seen or done,

or thought.

the scroll of your

phone,

your picture box,

your

scattered memories.

all of it

in the air,

wind blown

and  tossed.