She is a Pendulum…


swinging to and fro

visiting extremes of

darkness and light


and doubt–

balance–an ever

elusive dream


lavishing lives

then pulling away,

only to return

and lavish again,

until all

know the path

of her ways


such great love,

spreading across

an arc of existence

while those 


do their best

to hang on


exhausted from


never once


the power propelling,

has always

been her own




We had no choice but to begin entwined

yin and yang immersed in amniotic fluid

until nine months introduced us to space.

No amount of matching could lose ourselves,

no amount of rebellion could sever the bind.

Ours is a cord that skirts the scissors at birth

only to stretch endlessly beneath death’s door.