i am not a balance
of work play male female good bad
like some accountant’s ledger
i balance on a fine
slicing edge
but there is no balance in
this teetertotter of
insatiables
insanities
profanities
profoundings
of each slip of weight
the tones do not balance but
search
for scales that escalate and
retreat poke and snake and prod
into the flesh of life
i am not balance i am
germination of a mutual
invitation
a dialogue of earth
and sky of outbreath
and inbreathe