Pendulum

Like a pendulum
Like a swing
Like a rocking chair
Or a hammock moving lazily side-to-side,
There is a natural back and forth motion
In a relationship.

Giving, giving,
Taking, taking,
Giving,
Taking,
Receiving with joy…

The game of tennis every soul longs for.

I serve, you hit the ball.
I hit the ball, you send it back,
Running, laughing, and arms swinging.

You hit the ball and I don’t respond.
You look at me.
I’m staring off into the distance.

“Hey! It’s your turn!”
– “What? Oh, hey. I’m sorry. I got distracted by a flash of red. Look at that cardinal over there.
Did you ever see anything so beautiful as that living red against the backdrop of green in those branches?”
“No, I haven’t.  Now, are you going to send the ball back or do we need to write an ode to a cardinal from the tennis court, first?”
I smile and walk toward the ball.

Back and forth.
Giving, taking, receiving.

There’s a beauty in it.
Natural beauty.
It is the way of this world.

Of what use is a motionless pendulum?
Of what use is the rocking chair that does not work right?
What joy is found in the swing that isn’t swinging, swaying listlessly from a breeze.
Or the unoccupied hammock hanging limply in the air?

Or the lone tennis player
Racket in hand
Every ball of every color on the other side of the net
Where her partner no longer stands…

Like a pendulum
Like a swing
Like a rocking chair
Or a hammock moving lazily side-to-side,
There is a natural back and forth motion
In a relationship.

And when there is none,
There is none.

Leah

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