What Will Be

Uneven footing.

Standing on precipices

of uncertainty

and plateaus of the

undetermined –

the indeterminable –

outside a half-crazed

soothsayer or palm

reader bent over

piles of cracked stones

and pretending to

have a clue as to

your nebulous future.

Life is in a transition period

generated by your own

actions but no less

daunting as you’re peeled

from the support beams

of the dock and shipped

out to sea like

unlucky lichen.

We are comfortable when

sedentary yet only find

ourselves through forays

beyond the veil of monotony

and into the murkiness

of the unknown.

Waiting at that cliff’s edge

we are at once exhilarated

by what could be and

terrified by the very same

notion of possibility.

By choosing to remain

we are safe –

but gain nothing.

All chance of reward

lies beyond the jump.