Off Balance

I lost my centre
One day it was gone
Torn from me, leaving
A balance, sheer
Like trying to walk on rice paper
While making no sound
But a silent howl
At a nothing
At smoke I couldn’t grasp
With the one-two
And the three-four
Then the daily count upwards
Of little lives
And long lives
Old lives
And ones just beginning
This line of loss
Left the balance off
The world a-kilter
Found us swaying
And faltering
drawing in for comfort
Holding tight
As the tumult flung us up
And over
Not sure we would ever
Be upright again

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