Missed a step of the stepping stool smacked the sidewalk with my face felt like a blithering fool what happened to my grace
First parched earth of drought now we’re so soaked with rain the birdseed’s begun to sprout dare I holler or complain
I think I need a change of scene boredom cries for the next valley over to smell the new scent of green hear honey bees buzzing clover
They say hearing voices like yours can be soothing and cozy but too much harmony bores and I think a little stink can be rosy
Living life in extremes isn’t for me and isn’t sound maybe it’s about stretching the seams but not to be unbound
I don’t know if balance is my fate Yes, equilibrium has its uses but I like a tune that syncopates and enough spice to excite the juices.
That recent fall where I hit my head reminded me of the delicate balance of life that is so easily taken for granted. Grateful there was no concussion or any internally serious problem. The external wound already healed. I'd been trying to find a new balance in my faith journey and some of my relationships so the co-incidence of the fall and the other stuff finally emerged into this poem.