What may come,
this grey and ponderous sky.
What revelation,
might shake our reverie?
Eyes gazing into the fog
of uncertain future forward.
Hearts and limbs
bridging the gap
between now and then.
A minute more
and the day shall betray us.
Hold fast!
Head up
and strong in stature.
Let never fear of dragons
forbid our progress.
Reach out.
Step forward.
Hang on.
Call it Faith,
or courage,
or carelessness.
Disregard
some consequence in peril.
Step forward blindly,
for even the best plans
fade in the light of dawn;
our unscrupulous fellow traveller.
What we are
we could never hurdle,
our problem, insurmountable,
each quandary,
an unsolvable equation,
lest our perspective stand
and stagnate our resolve.
No new perspective gained from held positions.
Abandon quickly
our comforts,
our nesting ledge.
Fly, for only flight
gains us the altitude
necessary to survey our held beliefs.
Change
is fear
and terror vanquished.
Growth
is meeting the Sun
after the rain.
Exceptional
is reaching
ever higher,
for the light of even
the darkest day
is sufficient to see our way.
It may cost us all that we have
to gain that much more.
To survive,
we must lose what little
we hold dear.
What may come
from this grey and ponderous sky?
Perhaps the answer;
that it will take all that we are
to become something we cannot comprehend.
HG – 2018
