High Wire Act

Together,

the tyranny from sticky memories

of past deceptions,

along with the mirage 

of future freedom, without,

keep me suspended

in hard wire act, back and forth,

between two imaginary poles,

high above present reality.

Truthful heart,

heavy with burden of rancor,

and tiredness, and sorrow,

begs for a lighter load.

Confused mind

is of little help

as it contemplates fork in the road,

wondering which way?

Sitting still, I dwell amidst, 

letting wisdom do its work

of diligent sifting.