The balance of our hearts
There is something
about the sound of heavy rain
through an open door
or from the shelter of a loggia
that opens my heart
to both comfort and sorrow
and I am unable to explain it,
or unpick a meaning.
We live with dichotomies -
anxiety and exhilaration,
love and loss, that feeling,
when we were so much younger,
of never wanting a party to end
and the desperate need for sleep.
Rilke wrote about
living the questions
not searching for answers
and so I will sit here and listen
to the rain on the glass roof
my heart like a fulcrum
between joy and sadness:
the sweet spot of not-knowing.
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