Teeter-Totter Bread and Butter Wash Your Face with Dirty Water

We live our lives between the imagined and the real
balancing
compensating
copying
shifting our feet

Weighing our side so as not to go flying

In the air again! (Little Jack Horner)
Lose a tooth again! (Sat in the corner)
Blood and dirt again! (Eating a Christmas pie)

Wishing we were the lighter one
who never fell off.
Leaned back to gain
momentum.

Pushed off.

What a good boy am I.
Agile little mercenary
Ascending and descending

You said we weighed the same

As I sat uneasily
legs dangling
at the top of the world
looking down at you