I See, You Saw
In park center sits a scale red & blue.
Some might assume that they were seeing
See-saw, lonely, devoid of purpose
As gaggles of giggling children pass
It lies, invisible to them ‘til
They age enough to see it, tipping
Under the weight of grown ambitions,
Against one another, deciding
Which way to tilt. Who should get success?
Who should fall on their rears, scrapped, bleeding?
On rare chance, when the wind billows just.
It balances and both parties win.
Poet’s Notes: This is an abstract piece playing with the image of the scale of justice. Watching a show with lawyers made me think of how evidence stacks for or against someone until the scale tips. I thought it’s similar to life itself and all of the small and large things, good and bad, that affect our lives.