Reconciliation

a poem by William P. Meyers

"Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile."

Gravity counterweighted with mirth
Is not equanimity.

Uprooted, I could have died
But tumbled about, transmogrifying
Picking up dirt and DNA
Friends and enemies
Wisdom and folly
Poison and venom, honey and tea.

From Jacksonville to Providence,
New York to Seattle to Hamburg,
Nashville and San Diego and Oakland,
Till enlarged, drunk, and inert
I collapsed on a ridge, and fermented.

Copyright 2017 by William P. Meyers, all rights reserved