A Simple Rebalancing

Why am I not simple now?

I’ve been here before, you know,

watching loads spin out of sync.

Never think the load will shift

and bangety bang my peace.

I rearrange and spread the sheets

of heavy out to ease the spin

and turn my back and there it is

the bangety banging once again.

I’ve muscled sheets back into place

the livelong mother day-

till arms are tired, back is sore,

but now it's going to change.

My load has changed, my mode has changed

my sheets have gotten wee,

and dainties now have grown in weight

so spin should come with ease.

Why did I make such a fuss?

Years of angst and pain

to see that balancing the load

is natural as rain!

So - why am I not simple now?

As first I came to prance

when all my washing did itself

and I knew only dance?

My Third Way beckons.

Spread that load among the gems and pearls

among my pleasures, living here

amid the spins and whirls.