Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Down the days we play,
dusk to dawn we clown,
leader and led in a yin-yang dance:
  fiddle to bow,
  bone to fat,
  eye to light,
  sun to moon,
  steaming broth to stirring spoon,
  sleep to dream,
  wind to sail,
  silent hammer to singing nail.

I play you, you play me,
fisherman to flitting fish,
not even caring which is which.