Darlinda’s gyroscope

was just a little crooked,

maybe 5 or seven degrees

off.

So, she didn’t spin,

exactly.

She wobbled.

Somehow, though,

she managed to stay upright,

blending a weird

centripetal

with an unpredictable

centrifugal,

resulting in the delightful, darling

Darlinda

we all knew and loved.

Ever surprising us

with her appraisals

of our perpendicular world

from her

just slightly-off

kilter

perspective.

And who knows!

Maybe the world and life

is supposed to be lived –

skewed!

Or,

maybe,

353 degrees

is

true

North.