Compensation of the Present

Balance of the Near and Far

unsteadies you,

fulcrum of the Now

at center in your chest,

and when the Far recedes in Mist

and even the next ridge

seems out of reach, be still,

liquid finds its planes,

be the bubble in the tube,

be the Spirit Level,

feel the Distance moving in

 as on the other end

you go deeper in the Peony

upon your desk, a Gift,

to wander perfumed canyons,

to lose yourself in This.