second year carlie gambino

Perpetual motion of the

boats, benches, and burnt lights

encapsulates the pendulum world.

Boats cut through waves like butter,

bobbing up and down,

lurching side to side.

Reflecting images paint the waves,

oscillating from opaque replicas to

glittering bits of tinged light.

We sit in perpetual motion,

the bench glides us in and out.

The farther we swing forward,

the more unsteady our vessel.

Rickety wood and rusty hinges

guide our path closer and closer to a shimmering sun graced sea.

The ocean loudly whispers into our ears.

It’s a cacophony of gurgling foam,

greetings of waves to the dock,

and screaming gulls directing one another.

The harbor forever remains a stable constant despite

waves and boats and faces that

leave and return and leave again.

They follow the tide, and never linger

in the middle.

A lamp rests after fulfilling its duty,

It remains a centerpiece for a

ever shifting ship.

Swinging left to right

Back and forth

Side to side

it hangs

central.

It anchors itself in its ever-changing waving world

Even as everything rocks aggressively off balance

The lantern stands to remind that

all things must cross the middle in order to transition.

Centered