Sanctity

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.