Monday, 21 January 2013
One end of a see-saw goes high in the air
and another end bangs on the ground of despair.
Tom’s in the middle with a foot on each side
scratching his forehead - he cannot decide;
(wibbling and dribbling, sizzle and shiver)
upstream or down a meandering river?
So he jumps to the left and strides to the sun,
freedom from wobbles, at last, he can run
smiles for the trust in his heart - that he won.