Ode to Balance
The child giggles as she masters the rock wall
Knowing her instincts will keep her from a tumbling fall
But what is this balance after all?
Is it practice or simply nature's call?
Spreading her arms as if to hug three fat girls,
The tyke spins around and around in great whirls.
Then loses balance as dizziness unfurls,
But steadies the room just before she hurls.
Then the skier zooming down the steep hill,
Catches an edge and readies for the spill,
And suddenly rights himself, with instinctive will.
Then laughs all the way to the bar, to get his fill.
“No more for me!” those famous last words,
As he staggers from the lounge without being heard.
With wobbly steps and vision blurred,
He arrives at home where boasts are slurred.
The man in tights on that high tension wire,
Breathes deeply, but the wind gusts won't tire.
He steadies his nerves and his spirit soars higher,
As his next step is balanced, while the crowd is inspired.
A cane steadies the gait of the survivor of a stroke.
Preventing a fall, busted elbow or broken hip is not a joke,
Like an egg cracking its shell and spilling its yolk,
One must always be on guard, careful nothing gets broke.
As humans we strive to balance our life,
Our checkbooks, our loves, our passions, our wife.
The thing that's amazing through all of this strife
Is we tend to stay centered for most of our life.
But what is this balance of energy and force?
Where does it come from, what is its source
No physic's equation can predict its next course
But we know without balance, we live a life of remorse.
Roger Rios and Vic Martinez
February 6, 2015
The child giggles as she masters the rock wall
Knowing her instincts will keep her from a tumbling fall
But what is this balance after all?
Is it practice or simply nature's call?
Spreading her arms as if to hug three fat girls,
The tyke spins around and around in great whirls.
Then loses balance as dizziness unfurls,
But steadies the room just before she hurls.
Then the skier zooming down the steep hill,
Catches an edge and readies for the spill,
And suddenly rights himself, with instinctive will.
Then laughs all the way to the bar, to get his fill.
“No more for me!” those famous last words,
As he staggers from the lounge without being heard.
With wobbly steps and vision blurred,
He arrives at home where boasts are slurred.
The man in tights on that high tension wire,
Breathes deeply, but the wind gusts won't tire.
He steadies his nerves and his spirit soars higher,
As his next step is balanced, while the crowd is inspired.
A cane steadies the gait of the survivor of a stroke.
Preventing a fall, busted elbow or broken hip is not a joke,
Like an egg cracking its shell and spilling its yolk,
One must always be on guard, careful nothing gets broke.
As humans we strive to balance our life,
Our checkbooks, our loves, our passions, our wife.
The thing that's amazing through all of this strife
Is we tend to stay centered for most of our life.
But what is this balance of energy and force?
Where does it come from, what is its source
No physic's equation can predict its next course
But we know without balance, we live a life of remorse.
Roger Rios and Vic Martinez
February 6, 2015
