Prompt Images
For whatever’s coming
Breath held
Chest tight
Eyes closed
Trying to imagine what it would feel like
To jump out into space
Trusting
Knowing that jumping
Is somehow better than staying
Rooted
Glued
To these foundations
Once a support
Now shifting and crumbling.
Jump, jump!
How the moon glows
And ripples the water below
As I trust the air
To bring me down safely
Somewhere, on the other side.