Two little people on two sides of a plank,
up down up down.
The past and the present on each end of a teeter,
is was is was.
just everyday conversation.
a sudden altitude of emotion,
a sudden dip of fear.
another lift of excitement,
before a heart-racing fall.
these sometimes days the sky is closer to reach,
like if I threw my head back laughing a passing wisp might float in.
only the weight that keeps me up is your body pressed against the frosting ground.
only that then and now won’t come off this see-saw.