Oh, we’ll keep fighting, I’m sure.
When Eve took that apple, she knew
that being static was a fate worse than evil.
To be for something, there must be an against;
to be a Trojan, there has to be an Achaean.
It won’t do to languish in discord—
to always think and say and never be—
no happiness lies in wait there.
A misstep will take you further than no step at all.
If you reach a great height, who cares if you fall?
Megan Porter Poetry 