Balanced barely, this

seesaw society where

equal is that sweet split-

second in which we pass

each other

Moment’s levelling eyes

meet, exchanging looks

of hope, loss, elation,

confusion, suspicion,

faith, and regret

Torn apart by teeter-

tottering trembling

arms overloaded and

overworked

Up and down we

ride fixated on

top and bottom

Oblivious to passing, the

only constant