Ten fingers

I'm no Columbus
on a Santa Maria

but an abandoned leaf,
twirling
in a desperate windstorm.

You have drowned me
with your piercing cries,
made me wheel
along your curls,

trapped me
in the pigeon hole of your whims,

yet restrained my fall.

I am buoyed by
frenzied thoughts
towed to
a tranquil world,

surrounded by
ten fingers.