Threshold-Moment Expiring

Once…

Upon wind-furrowed journeys of waves unseen,
Our dreams glided above their levitation,
Visions sought not isolation,
But welcomed minds willing to risk,
To fall,
And to accept baggage weight
As part of gravity’s will.

Deep within…

A rational landscape
Awaited storm’s end,
This transport we did fear,
Its stop-overs avoiding numbered squalls,
As gusts challenged sails adrift,
While keeping focused on the destination.

We resisted…

Retreating into false safety,
Seeking dead air,
Embracing the void,
The peace promised if only we would obey,
Abide,
Convert.

We asked…

What is this enduring lantern
Astride pendulum’s fulcrum
Forever in circuitous dance
Treating our denials
As recreational tolerance?

Time came…

The gale quieted,
Awaited our nod,
Allowed us to hover,
Ever so close.

There it was…

The lowering,
The embrace,
The graceful revealing,
How glorious was the light,
Surrounded by the past,
Even as we were at last with
Who we were.

Yes…

Once there was no tinsel,
No adornment,
No false witness,
The shadows once a threat,
Now exist without caution signs.

Life’s anemometer has gone off axis,
Delivering us into tomorrow today,
Twisted rewards with a side order of shackles.

Such is the threshold-moment expiring.