© 2018 by Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com writersclass.net
As do the Yin and Yang,
The black and white
Of that ancient Asian dichotomy,
The antipodes of Human Nature
Revolve in nauseating monotony:
Sumos exchanging brooding glares before the lunge.
The meth-addicted darkness
Rolls its empty sockets at the creative surge of a symphony;
The holocausts sidle up to a mother’s tender touch;
An alleyway’s sodden sour garbage
Rubs against the flash of insight from a Dickinson poem;
A bombed-out Syrian city’s collapse
Echoes through a tranquil Kyoto temple-garden;
The black tear of mourning
swirls against the white tear of joy.
Not that white could ever subsume black,
Or that both meld into dishwater gray…
Or that humanity could become pure light…
But would that the black become ever grayer
And the white stay white.