Sailing

I am at once too much

And not enough

I feel everything around me

And miss the most obvious event

My queen is forever being taken

Much too early in the game

I am my own life boat

Simultaneously sinking

And saving the vessel

To which I desperately cling

Joyous, in silent awe of life

Then desperately wrenched in the agony

That is our world

I do not overexcite

Nor show how low

This sinking ship will dip

Before I reclaim its control

A poise as much a façade

As it is a reality

This game of Yin vs. Yang

Is mere illusion

But a simplified version

Of grey matter vs. red muscle

And the paths wrought to connect them

Brooke Haley  May 9, 2011