its not the weight but how you carry it

its not the weight but how you carry it
loaded onto your back
like a pack mule
or ahead of you
wheel barrowing down the lane
it’s more how you think and feel
and digest
all manner of thoughts and feelings
how your tongue feels
as you voice
those longings and fears
or maybe how your lips part
when you sing
a love song
or maybe it’s just that everything we think is heavy
is just as light as a feather
it’s all in how you carry it
rising balloons tied to a string
or tied to your heart
maybe you are light hearted
and drawn to whimsy and mirth
or maybe glum and in need of a digestif
or a good hearty pat on the back
maybe you are light on your feet
dancing up a storm
or a jig or a pas de deux
balancing between sky and earth
its all a balancing act, you know
we are not merely players on a stage
but acrobats
and clowns
following the gypsy caravan
with all our worldly goods
tucked into our backpacks
or pushed along in our barrows
light hearted
or not
its all in how you carry it