Balance

I teeter, totter on lip of monstrous wave
Wary of foam below
Swirling in yin-yang confection
Of sandy rock and spume.

Legs quiver, requesting strength, try to
Avoid free-fall into life's backwash
Gravity suspends, begging the question,
Which way to the light?

Balance lost, I tumble into washing machine rumble,
Potential energy converts to chaos.
Spewing seawater from mouth and eyes,
Attempt to ground in ocean floor.

Either to root or to stumble once more,
Wondering how to rise again.