Long Happinesssea Poems

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)