There are few things I care deeply for. In this moment, those few are uncertain.

My heart knows. My mind is ready to respond. The seconds tick away. 

Detachment is an option. Stoicism. Withdrawal. I do not numb; I’ll not be an addict.

So, I wait here, with minimal movement, waiting to see which moon, which breeze, which momentary imbalance might shift the direction of life.

Is it so tenuous, or is it prescribed? And does it really even matter if I answer that question?

What will be, will be.

The knife’s edge does not reveal my path, it reveals the deepest hopes of my heart.

That is worth this waiting.

Pure clarity.