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
   Our wobbly wonderful thing.
I’m happy to be swayed 
 and distracted from life
To this end.