Feb 2021
Precarious Balance (in 3 parts)
started December 3rd, 2020
(1)
My balance
has never been great
others walk paths
and look at the world around them
I
look at my feet
watching for things
that might trip me
(2)
I walk along a tightrope
strung a few inches over the earth
my balance precarious
not realizing
I could step off at any time
onto the stable earth.
(3)
Life is a precarious balancing
of the joy and the pain
singing-tears
holding onto each other
shatter-whole
the impossible duality
agony-bliss
found only in juxtaposition
love-destruction
we try to balance
not-enough-too-much
somewhere within
everything-nothing
started December 3rd, 2020
(1)
My balance
has never been great
others walk paths
and look at the world around them
I
look at my feet
watching for things
that might trip me
(2)
I walk along a tightrope
strung a few inches over the earth
my balance precarious
not realizing
I could step off at any time
onto the stable earth.
(3)
Life is a precarious balancing
of the joy and the pain
singing-tears
holding onto each other
shatter-whole
the impossible duality
agony-bliss
found only in juxtaposition
love-destruction
we try to balance
not-enough-too-much
somewhere within
everything-nothing
It was about a year ago that I started writing again. That first fragment of an unformed poem, has taken on so many forms over the last year. Those opposites in the third part above. The resulting poem never seems quite right. So I put it aside and try again later. Skirting around what I know I want to say. Trying to make it seem pleasing and palatable, when it just isn't. That first poem will make it online eventually, but not today.
