Dualities
J Ann Crowder
Dualities I despise, until I’m sitting at sunrise
I notice her softest touch, warmth I love & long realize
Yet she has a power to burn me, to cause me to sweat with thirst
Heat exhaustion consuming me, in a scorching flame immersed
I ponder such realities, dualities of virtues to vice
Like a calming rain on my skin, still with drowning power in blue skies
Her water could take my each solid breath, or she could nourish me, quench my aching thirst, & gently cleanse my skin
I feel joy dancing with dark ocean waves, though they could swallow me into depths unknown, dark, a tumultuous spin
Dualities, joy or pain, in a winds beauty or her crushing with might
Whispering soft, bliss or pull, in her cusp, glory or a hurricane’s flight
I will thus choose to chance a shadows darkened chill if I but could glance a wide majesty of mountains, rising to summits, kissed by sunlight, capped in fair beautiful coats, thus casting such a shadow beneath her breathtaking beauty
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