The Balance

this day

started out with a dawn like

any other only

the sun rose more slowly, reticent,

hesitant colors, not sure if this was the right world or not

i fell out of bed

when these colors peeked in my looking glass

but i welcomed them into this world

right or wrong

and stood upright

grumbling, but glad for the food of colors

i found my way through this morning almost

remembering how to get past each rock and canyon

and that ominous dark doorway

where the colors seem to slip from this world

and in whose arch and depth i spin and howl

every time, eyes white with fear

and in whose whirlpool I drown

juggling my terror and hope like

grenades and kittens