The Balance
Now is not the time for
Grandiloquence.
Now is not the time
To gorge on suppositions,
Weigh alleged propositions
Or become trapped in the miasma
Of the imaginary.
No.
Now is the time
To ascertain
How much time alone is too much
And how much is not enough
And find the balance.
Finding it before drowning in too much,
Starving in not enough.
Then balance upon the balance
Like a tightrope walker
With balls of steel,
No net
And a beautiful wife waiting faithfully
Somewhere beyond the circus tent.
John Tustin is currently floating in the open sea on a piece of driftwood but swears he sees palm trees in the distance. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.