it's finally over
does a life come
to rest at its
plainest equilibrium—
like a seesaw in the park
in the stillness
of night,
long after it's abandoned
by its heedless
young riders.
In the midst
of all that
contrary motion
and jockeying
for position,
it would have been
too difficult, too confounding
to admit:
one will soon be
much closer, more dependent
in his mission
on those forces
which oppose him
than he's able
to predict.
