Tightrope

 

 

     We seem busy

Looking back and carrying out

Post-mortems upon history,

As many claim victory in the

Passing of The Earth,

     And the globe

Has never seemed so fragile

Whilst moving into a new

Form of expression,

     Have we strength

To map unchartered waters

Leaving behind the deaths -

Of so many - Cold Wars?

 

     Perhaps the provocation

In our being is - not knowing where we are,

The end of all we’ve lived in

Paradox - the difficulty in

Letting go,

               And as tiny steps of change

Promote the balance that we crave

And the philosophy, creeps into

Everybody’s psyche; we’re scrabbling

For the footings to keep us rigid

In the dark,

 

     From the individual to the collective,

We’re harnessing a skill to walk a tightrope,

(too far to the left or right, and we fall),

And maybe now we’re beginning the Balance

Of The Earth,

                        Steady as you go,

Steady as we go,

Steady as she goes,

For upon the rope of time,

Any stubborn neglect to change

Will send tremors to the future,

And The Earth will plummet down her

     Soul.

 

 

Michael J Waite 27^th October 2011.