The balance of our hearts

There is something
about the sound of heavy rain 

through an open door
or from the shelter of a loggia

that opens my heart
to both comfort and sorrow

and I am unable to explain it,
or unpick a meaning.

We live with dichotomies -
anxiety and exhilaration,

love and loss, that feeling,
when we were so much younger, 

of never wanting a party to end
and the desperate need for sleep.

Rilke wrote about
living the questions

not searching for answers
and so I will sit here and listen 

to the rain on the glass roof
my heart like a fulcrum

between joy and sadness:
the sweet spot of not-knowing.