life seized on the ledge,
imagination wild and weary,
thereupon.
timid footing curled
at the precipice, mindful and
curious, both, uniquely mine,
undoubtedly present.
the best and the least of me
stand at my sides
uncertain of the future,
puzzled by vistas beheld,
the obscurity of chance
sprawled athwart;
the pageantry of it all.
naive romance waxes,
as a caucophony swells within,
memories cradling the past,
but sand falls through hands
even when clenched.
the noise finally subsides
to a single note of wonder:
to realize,
the best thing about uncertainty
is to be antagonized by its potential-
knowing its out there,
life, there for the taking.
and of that, i am certain.