Throwing Away the Scales

I have lost my taste for scales.
For measuring. For being proper,
weighing what one wants against another’s.
I have been measured enough in my life,
and rarely to my benefit.

Happiness flourishes when nothing is hoarded,
Love flows without a meter.
Beauty is profligate
and comes in so many flavors
we are overwhelmed
instead of starved

About this poem.

A poem about our nation’s tendency to divide into who deserves and who does not. A poem about making people deserve love. Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom