Metaphor for Life

We emerge from an ebbing womb over a shallow beach,
As adults,
And as we walk away from the ocean –
Where we were conceived,
And I speak of conception as our childhood,
A murky past that isn't a part of us –
As adults,

We become younger and younger until we can't walk any further,
And we die.
Some of us die at high tide,
Others make it to the rocks,
Some venture into the woods.
Life is not linear,
Instead we circle about,
Some of us whirling out of control,
Some being dragged to the bottom of the ocean,
Sadly, only some washing to the shore.
And then the illusion of a linear life begins and ends.

Sonnet for Stability

Sonnet for Stability

A woman stands tall, stands poised with a scale,
An accord of balance and symmetry,
Not chance is it that fair is dark as well,
Not happenstance that justice is just free.

Covet balance like a covert longing,
To love and be loved, to weigh and be weighed,
Necessitates narcissism, feeds grace,
Life with burning stress is so rashly flayed.

Combat what you need since you are alive,
Rushing here and there, torn between it all,
Because you are human and therefore blind,
For certain if it's stable it won't fall.

Ground me as you would a bulb that cannot,
Define turbid sky from mothering pot.