It’s the pendulum,
swinging one way 
and returns again 

Back and forth 
gravity keeps its
repeating patterns 
oscillating between 
doubt and knowing 

Kinetic to potential  
and back again 
until gravity wins 

I’m the one receiving 
the force 
I’m the one asking 
for change 
and staying the same 

Tensions 
decide how long 
this period 
will last. 

Swing me,
I want to say.

Do what you 
must and do it 
until the stillness 
feels so empty 
I have to
do it again. 

Is the metaphor 
correct? 

Maybe it’s me at the ends 
and not in the middle 

Maybe I’m both.