If, on finding that we pulled
Too hard in one direction, we
Shift the tension to the other,
We may find ourselves too far
The other way, pushed by reaction
And not by the force of truth.
If we find the past has held
Countless errors built on error,
We may run the other way
Into a future driven by
The wish to change, reform, and yet
Find ourselves as orphans.
What, then, can we do instead?
We look with eyes wide open at
The past and future, open hands
To take the good, reject the chaff,
Anchored, neither fettered nor