Poem: Balancing Life by Mark Tulin

 

I teeter in one foggy moment.

The waves come on either side.

I tell myself to widen my stance,

Straighten my spine.

I imagine myself

To be a pile of rocks,

Different shapes and sizes,

One stacked upon another,

Precarious and unsure

Yet connected and balanced

That never tumble,

Never fall.

©️MFT

 

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