The Bridge Between
I don’t know why
Most things matter
Most days, although
I do try to see
What’s important and
What’s vain.
It’s the narrow bridge between
That keeps me puzzled,
Keeps me seeking balance
Absent direction.
Like the dragonfly at rest
In the late summer sun,
I try to honor the known.
Like two young men
Pushing their truck
Down the state road in morning traffic,
What is can seem so unfair,
Leaving me unaware
That the journey
Of the heart
Is always
The greater part.
Motion
Going forward or
Going back, is it
Relative or
Unrelated to the
Causes and effects of life?
I’ve watched the dragonfly
In flight.
The rising of the sun
Has taught stillness to
My inner wind.
Like a green snake swimming
In the coolness
Of a small jade pool
My home and I both live
To be born anew.