Equipoise
I had wrapped myself in memories
and tattered baggage and forgone the pain
of the threshing floor,
though it's call has never been
fully stilled.
How had I forgotten (and forgotten)
that redemption is a gift I must give myself?
I feel a fool...
Seeing ached for possibilities,
and daring to think that, somehow,
they might even be for me after all.
Blinded by unaccustomed light,
I am fixed on the threshold to
where elation beckons
and terror threatens.
Where the lure of light
And fear of dark
hold me in equipoise.
I reach out my hand
and pray there's someone there
to draw me forth...
until I can see my own way
into the special heart of life
once again.
--
1999