Balance

       Recently I read a post by Stephen Tremp about The Junkyard.  Stephen was telling about how he essentially keeps a file on his computer that contains snippets and passages that he has removed from the manuscripts that he is working on in order to save them for possible later use.  This post happened to come as I have been in the midst of literally cleaning my house in tandem with my Tossing It Out Tuesday posts.

        Like some of you, I sometimes write down things on whatever piece of paper I can find and set it down to have it disappear into other papers and scraps that accumulate in my office or elsewhere.  As I was going through a box of papers I found the poem that I am presenting today.  I don't remember when or why I wrote this poem.  I must have been in an ecological frame of mind when I wrote it.  So for today's post I present this poem out of my "junkyard".

                                     BALANCE

    

                             Flowers bending in the wind

                             Sun, and rain--

                            To all elements exposed.

                             We--you and I--

                             All different, all the same,

                             In fragile vapor enclosed.

                             Human and plant and animal

                             This same earth share,

                             Yet engaged in timeless warfare.

                             Who will win if we lose?