When the seemingly solid path before you begins to crumble
And you find yourself scrambling for a foothold on the smallest clumps and clods of what you once knew
It is time, like the rabbit when she becomes aware she is in the crosshairs of coyotes hungry gaze
to gather your haunches beneath you
and with all the strength and power of your trembling sinews and bones
launch yourself as high and as far as you can
into the beckoning light of the ever mysterious moon.