Fine Line

That line between the orchestrating of events
to get a certain action or result, and letting life
unfold at its own glacial pace while (sometimes)
awful things transpire you might have kept
from happening if only you had taken steps before...
too fine to see with eyes this weak. My hearing's
not that great, apparently, because I am asking:
What to do? Who to call for help, or do not call
at all, because it's not as bad as it will get, not yet.
Perhaps the answer's in the silence. There is
nothing to be done, so all of heaven waits. Hushed.
Ready to step in when human effort finds its end.
I may not be there, quite. Ideas rage within my mind,
do this, do that, quick, make it happen so that this or that
will finally resolve, but then, if I have made it so,
what benefit is there? What joy? Solutions are
not real or permanent when we step in too soon.
But oh, the balancing, the trickiness of staying
on the wire, the fear that there's no net below.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014