Considering Balance

Limp across the room
Putting down the wine glass in passing

He thinks: it’s not that much of a limp
more an imbalance that’s felt
more than seen

He thinks: now – this now here, is the center, a fulcrum
The past and future on opposite sides
And I’m the pivot

I must be looking up on days when the past is a whispering heaviness. That’s how a lever works.

60 years of weight
More each moment
By the end, I’ll be tilted straight up at the sky

He yawns. The day was long
but light enough to pack up and carry
Toss over your shoulder!


You’ve met me somewhere in Montreal. Perhaps I took your picture! Please send me a message to say hi, or get a copy.

Vous m’avez rencontré quelque part à Montréal. Peut-être que j’ai pris ta photo ! Veuillez m’envoyer un message pour me dire bonjour ou en obtenir une copie.