We seek balance
thinking it is stability,
like a weighted cup
that will never tip,
spilling it’s contents
over polished floorboards.
But balance is not stagnant,
it does not stay in place.
Like the pendulum,
in constant motion,
always swaying
back and forth.
Moments of stillness occur
only at the beginning
and ending of the arc,
where it changes direction.
Our stable existence
present only at birth and death.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge day 38/365
Desert Dweller 