Balance

eludes me,

much like rest.

Just when I

feel it

within

reach

of my

tiny T-Rex arms,

my Sasquatchian feet

slip then

slide,

carrying

me one

giant leap further

away from my

unattainable goal:

moderation.

Impossible

to achieve

for a passionate,

all or nothing

lunatic like

myself.

Gray

doesn’t exist

within my box

of crayons, only

black and

white.

 

(A hay(na)ku is a three-line poem where the first line is one word long, the second line two words, and the final line has three words. A reverse hay(na)ku consists of three lines written in the opposite manner, where the first line is three words, the second two, and the last line one word long. In 2019, I created the Mirror Hay(na)ku, which combines one hay(na)ku and a reverse hay(na)ku into a single poem. The 2020 Poetry Marathon spawned the Hall of Mirrors hay(na)ku, which is composed of a series of five Mirror hay(na)ku stanzas.)