One foot, two feet, doing fine.
Do not stray over the line.
This childhood game of balanced action
far in the past, a mere abstraction—
a metaphor far from unique
for the balance that you seek
as you advance as you are able,
moving forward, sometimes stable
on two feet. balanced and steady,
resting there and getting ready
for that time when one foot only
rests on firm ground, feeling lonely.
One leg, balanced in the air
is enough to curl your hair
but two firm squares are there ahead,
so you hop up to them, instead—
balanced on one foot or two
in each adventure offered you.
So life advances, hop after hop
No choice except to never stop.