Balance

                            for Allyson Rapisarda

 

Balance is what perspective brings to motion—

   Without it, we would sway from side to side,

An easy prey to every passing notion

   Or stray desire that offers us a ride.

It says “No thanks!” when Triviality

   Cries out “Here—catch!” and tosses us a ball.

What tips its scales one way must always be

   Matched by the other, if we would stand tall.

Balance sees victory in each defeat

   And benefactors inside each tormentor—

And, at its best, will always try to meet

   This off-kilter world with a steady center—

      And build, out of the conflict in our hearts,

      A whole that’s calmer than its frantic parts.

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells