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.
Loved it……..it is on my refrigerator for daily viewing.
Wonderful poem. Hope you continue!
This is so beautiful, and timely, as I am SO there right now. Keep up with the amazing poetry writing! :)