At life’s end, we’re buried
Whole yet incomplete
We leave bits of ourselves
Hearts and souls
With those we’ve loved
Hoping we fit into their puzzles
In the same way we wove
Them into our tapestries
Shrouds of memories
Faded over time
Yet unforgotten.
Life is not happenstance
There are always choices
Thought they’re not always at odds
And sometimes neither’s ideal
Playing tricks on the mind
Indecision stands on the brink
Between staying or going
Taking the leap of faith
Or staying firmly planted
Fear keeps the teeter totter swing
Decisiveness says
Get off the ride
Jump at the opportunity
Or turn sharply away
No thoughts of could’ve been
The parapet draws
a line in the sand
Calling, almost daring
That first tightrope step
If only you open the door
The sun shines down
Spreading spirals of shadow
As we nestle close together
Warm and safe.
Safety in numbers,
Yet we wait for the moment of adventure,
The climb and wing spread,
The exhilaration of freedom
Only found in the air.
Here we wait instead
In resting anticipation
For the door to open,
The message wrapped tight,
The author ties a story
To our feet.
