pendulum

As the pendulum swings in the air,

Doing its little dance and sway,

Left to right, up then down,

But where will it settle?

And for how long?

Before the wind shifts its position.

Swinging like a see-saw,

The heavier side falls,

The lighter one is suspended in the sky,

But only for a moment.

Then another round of left to right.

One horizon to another,

North pole to South pole

Maybe it’s a little Bipolar.

Battle between chaos and silence,

Who will win this round?

Fire or ice?

War or peace?

Rage or stillness?

Black or white?

Land or sea?

Joy or Sorrow?

The Artist or the Scientist?

The pendulum swings,

As it wishes,

As though it has no master,

Blown in whichever direction.

The master has awakened from deep slumber,

Now she controls the pendulum,

The pendulum no longer sways as it pleases,

Now it sways according to the master’s command,

Waving it in the seas and across land,

The master chooses the direction,

Steers the ship.

Now there is order.