Consistently Inconsistent
On the loops we keep running — and the small commitment to keep coming back to the work.
Some patterns don’t break. They just get noticed, and then chosen anyway. This poem is about that.
Consistently inconsistent
Balancing balance on seesaws
Focusing all my energy
In places that drain it all
Momentum’s pendulum
Can swing so very high
But who knows on what side?
All I know is it’s time to realign
Again. Again. And again.
Over and over, in circles we go
It can happen so fast, yet feel like slow-mo
A trick so often played on our souls
Although I do keep coming back
To my hammer and chisel
Still unsatisfied with what I’ve etched
So I continue to do my best to reinvest
The pendulum is going to swing. The point isn’t to stop it. The point is to keep coming back to the hammer and chisel. The reinvestment is the discipline. The rest is weather.
— JTC