Sometimes I am swayed
by you.
There is something we have
So wonderful
That I wonder
How it can all seem so shaky.
So easy to tip
Into nothing.
So I balance it, running
Back and forth
Watching it dip, catching it.
Again and again
Pushing and lifting
Stabilising
Our wobbly wonderful thing.
I’m happy to be swayed
and distracted from life
To this end.
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