finding balance

The Equinox, time of balance,perfect proportion of light to dark.
Last evening was spent walking a perfect balance of elements....Pine Lake, a tiny bijou of a community from the 30's still carries an almost idyllic peace even though it's barely outside the Perimeter. As I find myself being drawn away from Atlanta, I also find that those I love who will remain here are now in places that I can come rest when I need the energy of the South.

Barry and I walked and talked in a circle of moonlight, telling of our day trying to find proper balance of positive to negative. The lake gave us all the elements: Fire,the torches along the shore,stars in sky,Air, the early fall breeze , Earth ,crisp and rich beneath our feet and of course Water, the lake.

Later, at a restaurant, eating a perfect mix of unadulterated beans and rice with beautiful red tomatoes on top I continued to ponder balance and read. A young woman sat down next to me and in one breath said,"my damn TOE, It's going to fall off" and "Bukowski, ever read South to the North? Best book I ever read".

We chatted a bit, she left I wrote.

Toe
Bukowski's angel
balances on head o' pin,
tapdances
"sparkle,sparkle, slap,ball,change"
on quicksand.
Stillness to movement,
blink of eye,
seeks equilibrium.
Equilibrium sought,
her surfaces shift, light refracts.
Toes fracture,treading
unfamiliar territory.

Expectations: a stubbed toe
Toe: a beacon homing
Near misses = course correction
Correction = balance.

Balancing act on head o'pin.
Angel.