The dividing bridge between the known and unknown. The cursor blinks white asking, ‘what’s next’. Looking around a chill fills the night howl. I point out somewhere in distances found. ‘There right there is the place’. ‘Dear lady, we mustn’t go yonder’.
The sign reads beware and have fear. Many have failed at this crossing. Around lay shipwrecks of abandoned dreams. I sternly take the wheel and shout out draw the sails up. It is for this flight that we must fight. The deck rattles as the mates take their place.
The lost turns his head in dismay. If you want the ordinary take the canoe onto a lake and sit still. I know it breaks me and takes me along to spirally ways, but for goodness sakes we have to venture on. We know the path that is the way. It’s just our hesitation compounds to years.