Dreaming Tomorrow’s Risk


Gotta keep it together,
Those snapshot archives,
Those snatches of breath taken,
Not to be exhaled,
But to be held,
Awaiting danger’s next move.

How empowering those glimpses
Performed by mortality’s jester,
The one always goading our
Instinctual regard for safety.

To go for it,
To reach a bit higher,
To trust life’s fingertips will balance,
That foot-jam desperation will hold,
That the Zen of focused breathing will not betray,
Such, for many, is the elixir for living fully.

Aging diehard-climbers,
Forever trust the last peak conquered
Will sustain that need to never forget,
That the eventual hospice base camp reality
Will somehow prolong stubborn imagination,
Even as one gums the peas and carrots,
Slides mashed potatoes into the once fire-in-the-belly,
Now but the embers of reverie.

Oh, to nourish another day for
Dreaming wild back…

Love,
Career,
Adventure,
All only rewarding
When risk is embraced.