New Horizons

I teeter on the brink of possibility. The sun on the new horizon glistens its rays on the undulating sea of change. I gaze a while, drifting with a squawking gull, or diving with a hunting cormorant - lost in my imagination, caught in plausibility. Sometimes a gust of wind unsettles my balance; I totter into uncertainty, struggling to stand, but you take my hand and steady me. Now I only look ahead; no way back. The chasm is inviting me to jump; to take a leap of faith and ditch the doubt. I place my baggage at my feet; packages of responsibility and confusion tucked in neatly and nestling with the past. One last tug at the sleeve of my coat as they make a last ditch attempt to restrain me, and I have jumped - flying through the air, free. As I land I see you there smiling and safe, arms outreaching. The promise of the future beckons, and looks inviting, exciting and full of hope. Once I teetered on the brink of possibility now it is a glistening reality. The sea is calm now. And, as the sun sets on the horizon, I am home. (note: to all my lovely friends who thought I was literally considering leaping into a chasm to my death, I can assure that I am most certainly not!!! It is merely a metaphorocal chasm, and I intend to stick around for quite a while yet. Heavens, I am just about to have a book published, life is very good! Thanks so much for your concern though)