I’ve never been one for tumbling.
Those sad, poor gym teachers who ached to inspire my unwilling feet to go over my head.
They pushed and cajoled, wrangled and cheered,
but you’d find me me in a dizzy heap, untumbled.
Where are they now, I wonder?
They’ll be happy to know that I finally
did it, yes ma’am, I finally tumbled.
Rolled and overturned, upside down and twisted,
still in a dizzy heap, somewhere in the corner.
Should have resisted, like I did back then.