SCALES ON A PLAYGROUND

Life is a balance between holding on and letting go. I am constantly pondering which to do. To me it is similar to the childhood ride of the teeter totter. Life goes up and down no matter what your age.

There is a place like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. –The Mad Hatter

Scales on the Playground

Come ride with me;
are we the same?
A balance of nature
some would say, it’s
like the moon is teasing
earth’s gravity.
Up and down,
up and down.

A child’s ride or
emotional scale?
It’s made of wood,
sometimes metal;
it’s a teeter totter.
Up and down,
up and down.

Rocket ships
and Tinkerbell,
pushing up
through the yellow
summer air, falling into
a blue magic world.
Up and down,
up and down,

and then a crashing jolt
and up again.
Keds create puffs of
dry brown dirt, bare legs
dangle, white
knuckles grip
the drivers handle
contemplating life and
down you go.

And up again, and
down again.
Is it all fair; capture
your companion.
With bent knees
you stare and laugh,
fake control and up you
go again.
Up and down,
here and gone.