Our lives are tugs-of-war
between love and fear.
We fear what we love
will be taken from us,
but this duo is a married pair.
So, how do I learn to rest
in the cupped, open hand
of one and not resist
the tightly closed fist
of the other?
Perhaps fear and love
are but flipsides of existence.
Hello love, hello fear, help me
consent to the perpetual tumble
of your ebb and flow, follow shards
of broken shells left to guide me.
Let me allow for your presence
the way the ocean allows itself
to be pushed by the moon’s
elemental pull to the shore.