Rain nourishes flowers and weeds,
Sun’s blessing can blister and burn,
Cooling wind trumpets into tornadoes,
Earth massages our feet until we step on a fault line.
Each day we walk a narrow ribbon of road
Delineating the demilitarized zone,
Trusting we will not slip from the high wire
So we balance on a knife’s edge but sometimes—
We reach out, stretch muscles the breaking point
To grasp an apricot and revel
In the sweetness of life’s lush fruit.
Published in Poems