Complexity of Contridiction

being willing to stand still
in the complexity of emotion....
buffetted, battered and blown;
striving for balance between
the fragile contradiction
of a woman and a wounded child.
Here, needs collide in mid air,
there explosion leaving fragments of desire
littered on the ground....
and i curl up against
the broken pieces of my life
and search some mystical black box for answers.
Still a child weaving herself into the onion skin breast
she creates with need and pen for rest.
Yet a woman who hears and heeds a sultry siren song:
a melody made of hands that make there way
skillfully into my glory place.
Standing still in the complexity of emotion
with its endless ebb and flow of contradictory needs;
past offering roots and soul,
the future with its bid for love.
The center of them both
is where i'll come to know,
and where I'll come to grow.
by being willing
to stand still
in the complexity of my contradictory emotions.
pam kent 4/29/98