Perpetual Becoming
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Another Year
Momentum and secession in a double helix.
Growing in one sense like a new limb.
Also falling as a departing leaf.
Not quite old, but true youth a foreigner.
Bursts of freedom salted with beckoning commitments.
Assured of change, and yet how much?
Voices clamor for attention in the midst of evolving devotions.
Largely unfettered but moorings stand ready.
Not wanting in any real sense.
Thankful yet discontent with stillness.
Striding with new legs – known previously, but differently.
Another year.
Tightrope
Past and future.
Interwoven in a thin line.
Abiding in an essential tension.
Heaving. Yielding. Stretching. Holding.
Both elegant and primitive.
Step. Balance. Step.
Firm resolve confronts the depths below.
Stolen glances entertain doubt.
Journeying steadily.
Distant ends diverge from the epicenter.
Bated breath hopeful.
Rising to meet the present.
Becoming.
I was then – but not now.
Seemingly distant, scattered puzzle pieces.
Formed by what’s been both known and not.
Alien familiarities make way for fluid horizons.
I am now – but what?
Impatiently patient in-the-between.
Thoughts swirl while identity darts around the next corner.
Dreams held gingerly, vacillating doubt, bourgeoning hope.
I will be – but not yet.
Rejecting paralysis for the smallest movement.
To wait – excruciating.
To live – without question.
