the invitation
hangs
There
where I intersect
my vertical journey
across time and space
There
in the spiral dance
around the moment
and willingness
There
to choose
to interject
honest love into
presence
There
at the crossing
bearing weight
on heart and mind
There
hangs the balance
awaiting only
the slightest push
There
rests the temptation
to ever remain
nailed down
There
the soul longs
to leap from sleep
into light