Tossing

I find myself tossing between extremes

A meditation retreat and a holiday in Sydney

A treatise on film and experiential cinema

A spiritual read and a style magazine

A physical craving and emotional detachment.

But are they really so dialectical

If they are present in me 

And assert themselves 

With equal vigour?

Perhaps I don't toss

But flow.

Fall

Rise

Tide over

Tide out

Double up

Cross over

Sprinkle 

Fold

Free