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.