Within us there are pendulums.
Hung and balanced weight and force,
momentum grabbed and dragged and swung
to and fro and back and forth.
Fro and back and forth on course,
all these weights swung differently.
Direction, pace and rates untied
- such askew machines are we.
But once an age we feel approach
some great conjunction zeroing
as all the factors factor out.
We feel the forces gathering
within us no one's ever seen
and set ourselves for one big swing
- but that's not how it comes about.
For just one moment, eyeblinks long
all the lines lie middling.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Anything you have to say - question, critique, interpretation, praise or rebuke - is received with gratitude and interest.
If it looks like spam and contains a link, though, it will not be published. I will cherish it to myself, instead. Thank you!