Stepping Into A Balance Of One Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing around slowly to pure astonishment, wondering why it
has come into view from nowhere on this side of life.

Missing favorite particles that used to converge in a song of
love, purity and innocence, stepping into a balance of one.

Reaching for fulfillment, but it stays out of sight no matter
what rhythm is being played or sung.

Taking moments of the past, attempting to contain them in the
future, but they don't quite fit, because the present has been
left out.