Poems From The Porch
Mediating the Gap
I love watching the morning wake up and
hearing the day stretch and yawn into activity.
A tremendous, yoke-colored orb greeted me when I awoke this morning
and then disappeared below the horizon as light dawned sunny-side up.
Part of waking up is receiving the warmth freely given,
and acknowledging the cold,
making provision for it,
because both are always present
in a dance of give and take.
Now the light has moved down from the tree tops
to blanket the grass.
The contrast between what is in shadow and what is illuminated
is not lost on me.
The fire at my feet is the third force
which is mediating the polarity of warmth and chill for me this morning,
just like compassion stands in the gap
between kindness and aggression.