with each breath
Tim is always
balancing
as we juggle our spouse
against our daughter(s)
or one set of tasks
against another
(only to fill our balance sheet)
eight ounces of water
to a single scoop of truth
or rearrange the couches
so granola heads can hold hands
and recently I've been thinking
whether he's trying to show me something
'cause my wife and I used to hang all night
and pursue the dawn together
and now I started
(as a reaction to what I've seen)
to move toward
the pleasure of such messiness
against the sting
of being alone
-- with apologies to "Balances" by Nikki Giovanni
Saturday, July 21, 2007
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