Saturday, November 10, 2007

An Unbalanced Life

On the seesaw of life
the thought of sitting
at the pivot point
neither high nor down
always seemed uninviting.

Yet the wait on the ground,
knees up around ears,
with only an occasional quick-flick
up and down again,
I find even more drear.

But if I climb off deliberately
finally abandoning the game
a person I love may plummet
crashing too hard to bear,
perhaps concussed for life.

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