POETRY
Up and Down, All Around
It’s all about the balance
Where can I find balance?
At the playground, sitting on top of the old wooden see-saw, feet dangling and hands clenched tight to the handle until down I go, land with a bang, push with my feet to go back to the sky and laugh as my partner crashes to the ground with a momentary thud even as he cracks a grin, pushes with his feet and sends me soaring.
Down and up, up and down the thrill of the movement, never static, always in motion, up and down, from the ground to the air the old wooden ‘see-saw” comes alive in the quest for balance.
Where can I find balance?
On the dance floor as I step forward, strengthen my ankles, engage my core, ready to twirl and be lifted; I lock into my partner’s eyes as the music begins and I sway to the movement of our dance steps, trusting he catches me when I jump, and as I dip under he extends his hands to pull me back and the choreography quivers with its vibrant tension.
Where can I find balance? It’s always visible.
I see it in the symmetry of butterfly wings, delicately spun spider webs and in perfectly formed hexagons of a honey bee’s honeycomb.
It’s always around, circling through me pulling me forward, unless I forget to honor its presence; and then I crash down and bury myself under the pillows, taking respite to reclaim what I have temporarily misplaced until I find the rhythm of a deep breath in, a deep breath out.
Where can I find balance?
It is already here, within and all around.






