She is a Pendulum…

 

swinging to and fro

visiting extremes of

darkness and light

self-assurance

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 

reciprocating

do their best

to hang on

 

exhausted from

repetition,

never once

realizing

the power propelling,

has always

been her own

 

 

Twins

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.