A Poem a Day (204): Balance

Balance

These are the times we draw upon

When we are lost, translucent days

We can see through to the end.

So clear we think we can walk in.

So true to us we know who we are.

These are the things we don’t hide from,

The protectors, the peace we need.

This figment of sleep, this page drawn,

This finite equilibrium we all seek.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 9, 2020