BALANCING

Downstairs, I leaned against a marble wall,

opening a book, when a seabreeze touched me.

I couldn't focus

but let the pages flutter

as my white shirt fluttered,

as sea air filled me.

I dared not search the waves

for the wind's eye, nor face my own joy

bent toward it,

recalling how Orpheus,

with one glance

lost everything.