Balance is nothing
if not obtainable-
each time you find
life comes along
and changes you with
its strokes.

Peace is nothing
except finding your
fish in the flow…
by learning to swim
the streams
of life’s dynamic
ebbs and grows.

Stability but an
illusion of control-
for elasticity
and plasticity
and mobility
and a frenzy of fast
after each slow-
are the principles
which guide
in this world.

And these days,
as the green peaks out
against steel sky
and drops of blue
tuck themselves
inside each sacred pause-

I keep tripping on
my mutability
finding peace within
my flux.