Day 533: Balance
∴
we come nearer to the test,
my love.
like a cliff’s edge to stroll on
do the days erode
into the end of time.
i have come so far –
my luggage shows its wear –
buckling wheels
and broken axels,
bits of mistakes and gravel,
ball bearing
in the hinge.
i shall carry no mission
within.
such a one
is too heavy for the strap.
a body must go lightly
into such decisive days,
and with clear mind
and lighter heart,
press into cliff-drawn courses
with a better balance
than before.
∴
