It’s like standing on the edge of a high dive.
Right there, far below me
lay my several futures.
The rippling surface shows facets of possibility,
waiting for me to jump into them.
My watery destinies glitter with patience.
At the edge of Now I teeter.
I’ve dreamed these things since childhood,
yet hesitation leaves my feet frozen
I seek to feel the inspiration which would
carry me forth upon its rushing waves.
© 2015 William Suphan
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