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