Spirals

i run the water
from the sink of my day
let good gravity
the length of a sigh
curl the meniscus
draw the residue
of my eccentricities

without a doubt
they’d have labelled me
if my mother had bothered
to listen to them

instead she set me
out of their reach
fed me to Fibonacci
and other universes
where i spiralled
into control
and out again