creative ramblings & reverie

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


To be still
without being inert,
without being greedy—
the excesses I would love
to tame, to temper,
the unruly Gemini twins
of my nature, always
leading me a breathless dance
between the two polarities.
I vow to breathe, to find
the pivot point, the quiet
wooden spindle, spool,
from which the thread
can play out
without snagging or tangling,
graceful, steady, temperate.
Torn though I am,
and scattered easily
as a bright carnival of confetti,
I'll make an honest effort.


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