The all-the-time Black and Whiter

you see everything as either

definitely this or definitely that

While she, the mostly Shades of Grey

who never stays within the lines

proficiently presents every in-between

Two, seeing the same things differently

touch somewhere in the middle

You, the always-centered easy-goer

float calmly down the cool stream

while she,  the ecc and ic of the eccentric

unconventionally rides white water rapids one day

then trudges in the dried mud-caked river bed the next

But since you are the even-Steven fixed-rate of the equation

she’ll always meet you either soaring upward toward the heavens

or  slipping and sliding her way back down to earth