Karma

 

Sometimes he is calm and translucent 

  stoic and quiet

     as I watch him. 

Grounded only in assurance of himself as

  everything around him topples in a tizzy- 

chaos 

  and a whirling, addicted mind. 

Lost but Solid, 

  Stuck...

       but discovering his self. 

Slow with the natural evolve of life, 

  Catching up, 

and ceaseless responsibilities layered 

Upon him. 

 Giver 

Of his entire self, I too take not lightly what this is. 

There is nothing light about it. 

He has placed my every hardship on his back, 

  and often carried me through when I had no strength to stand. 

His world would topple without me in it; his heart would break in only a way that shatters and ruins the soul. 

There is nothing light about it. 

That is the karma of it all. 

Heavy with air, heavy with day to day, 

  Heavy with sweat, 

  and errands, 

  And family...

If placed upon Themis's great scale, what a load it is. 

Heavy...

  with duress and life. 

It is the honest moments, minute and day to day, 

Deep and curious when needed. 

Evolved in a partnership. 

It is the karma of it all. 

And what of it is destiny? 

Fate? 

Planned or chosen? 

Consented upon or a certain contract already written? 

That is the karma of it all. 

Heavy. 

Ever present.