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STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS
Remember those days, when we went to market?
The vendors put the sweet potatoes,
In one plate of the scale,
And then placed the weights,
On the other plate of the scale.
A little swing. A little adjusting.
Either take some of the sweet potatoes out,
Or some of the weights out.
Hmm, those skills of adjusting;
Which balance behooves of us?
When we juggled quantities,
Oranges one, then two, then three,
Now add a fourth all in the air,
Pitting gravity's pull,
Against the deftness of our minds?
We are now the modern day scale-people.
Place two sweet potatoes. Note it. Bag it. Tag it.
No wavering of weights.
No waverings of measures.
No crucial deciding choices of
One more or less to either sides of the plate.
We take home the sweet potatoes
Without one ounce of struggle.
Did we foresee the coming of complacency?
In our weights and measures.
The unrequited resolve of unnecessary balance?
All the while, sky juggles,
Her birds songs from varied coloured feathers.
And, oceans still carry;
One more seashell tossed to the sand of time
Taking in waves
A drag back of its measure of sand
According to the whim of its tide.
STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS © gillena cox 2018
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Balance
3 October 2016
3 October 2015