Always Yes, For the Willing
by michael cahill
will I even survive this?
I see my hand and follow
from my fingertips
to yours
I cannot see where mine end
and yours begin
it should delight
and it does
but as a roller coaster ride does
yet I know the outcome there
the gears sounding with strain
(though there is none)
the screams when danger is an illusion
the laughter
for that is the truth
this
is from a cliff
through fog
whose substance is a mystery
to a topography
filled with a dreaded unknown possibility--
sharp spikes of crystalline truth
waiting to impale me?
or a firestorm of unknown chemistry
burning, perhaps, in a way
my imagination cannot conjure…
I'm sure these clouds are tickling me
as an ocean filled with waves
of endless possibilities
awaits to whisk me
happily away
I needn't clasp your hand tightly
they have melded
a young person plunges forth unknowing, compelled
I, knowing,
still choose love
compelled,
in spite of it all
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Author Notes
Inspired by an astonishing piece by I am Cat, "Elderly Snow". This isn't quite up to the quality of that, but I enjoyed spilling this nonetheless. :)
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