A gust of wind; a fragrant breeze;
Practiced aplomb or carefree pirouette…
Do I passively perceive events with ease,
Or must I engage in a dynamic duet?
The black, the white, and everything in between
Characterize this ambiguous entity
Wherein two worlds struggle in a manner routine
To maintain an inimitable sanctity.
Sometimes a sacred covenant
But often a skirmish for justice,
It is one minute misread as ailment,
And the next as an alluring stasis.
Whether resulting in helplessness or exaltation,
Its existence will always be sure.
But perhaps we will forever long for an explanation
To these sentiments obscure.