No single drop of rain
Flooded out the dam,
Nor solitary driver
Created the traffic jam.
No weightless mountain snowflake,
Drifting on the breeze,
Caused the massive avalanche
That buried buildings and trees.
The stinging of a single fire ant
Though painful, heals quite fast,
But if a couple hundred sting you
You’ll likely breathe your last.
So it is in all endeavors
Both extraordinary and mundane
Moderation in our actions
Saves us suffering and pain.
And yet in the world of politics
It seems that time and again
Nations swing from left to right
Because someone has to win.
To capture minds and funding
Politicians talk in extremes,
When an introspective milk-toast moderation
Would be the governance of dreams.