Effortlessness, I learn again,
        means putting all opinion & mulishness aside,

        so when this almost-nothingness
alights, as occasionally it must,
        it lands with the padding footfall of a child ballerina

who's terrified to be there, & hopeful,
        so that when it turns,
fast, spinning
as a dreidel spins, it seems to have no contours
        or definite sides,

        so that it's compact
                 & can deflect any point

        & springs like laughter, for it's of the world
                 & there is such a thing