Poised and suspended
now attached to what is known, familiar, doable.
A release is coming,
a falling
and a rising up to meet me,
of something new and undefined.
Needing, even wanting, to see the release,
trembling like a water droplet hanging on
clinging amidst the vibration of what is coming
the trembling before the drop
a shaking me free to fall.
Ready to exchange one form for another
that is why it is called a droplet
the drop had to let
the release come in faith and anticipation
of the dropping to become a splash
a change of structure
still wet.
It's lovely to see your poetry, like the droplet, coming forth. Keep at it. Let it splash!
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