Balance Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking carefully so as not to upset a precarious
balance of being with a fall.
Introducing partners of equivocal endeavors to the
match, as time revolves involuntarily through space.
Turning and pivoting along grates of life, following
steps of light into darkness of evening's moods.
Placing pebbles of joy in heavenly gardens as I stroll
down lanes of poetical words, formed for my enjoyment
alone, until I write them down for everyone to see.

(11: 06 a.m. - 11/14/08)