Sunday, 20 July 2014

Balancing Act Extraordinaire


Life, death, it’s an eternal balancing act...for nature as well as for humankind.

Oh, we like to think it’s down to us to maintain a reasonable balance, but let’s not underestimate the power of the natural world in compensating - in part, at least - for its darker forces;  while we like to think we do a better job of compensating for its as well as our own...

BALANCING ACT EXTRAORDINAIRE

On the crest of waves like surfers poised to head
for home in a swirl of raging sea

Nature re-birthing us, milk at the breast, feeding
the best traditions of human spirit

Dark forces, expecting Everyman to take a fall
against all evidence to the contrary

Everyman going it alone on a lion’s back asking
humanity to find it in itself to follow

Survival, greeting applause (hearts and minds)
if only for a sublime moment in time

History, inclined to lose its footing and leave it up
to the arts to restore a balance off sorts

Humankind, surfing a primeval wisdom, drafting
and redrafting pacts with its nemeses


Copyright R. N. Taber 2003; 2017


[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Balancing Act' in an anthology, Watch the Dawn, Poetry Now (Forward Press) 2003 and subsequently in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.] 

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