I sit on the beach. Two hours ago I was in the woods. I walked down a serpentine path and watched a snake slither into the grass.
The tide has turned as I sat here and watched. It's all a balance.
It is equilibrium.
I'm contained on an island as a pandemic rages through the world, as it surges in my homeland. I am safe here, but I watch my loved ones from afar in fear. What is my safely compared to theirs? Do we balance each other or cancel each other out? It's all equilibrium.
A black man was murdered by police in Colorado. He was walking down the street, minding his own business. He reminds me so much of my oldest son, but for the color of his skin. I can't balance that out. I cry for him, for all of them. My boy is safe, their boy is dead. That is not balance. No equilibrium.
Sunrise, sunset. Tide comes in, tide goes out. Easy come, easy go. It's a balance. It's equilibrium.
