Everlasting Transition

As though we stand
Between the doors of
Today and Yesterday
On the staircase of Tomorrow;
Tiptoeing warily on
The Breath of Hope.
Everlasting transition,
Standing at the precipice
Balancing on the pinnacle.
Whether, to grow wings:
Launching to unconceived heights
Daring to be burned,
And flaming, fall -
Or to be thrown
Tumbling, chaotic; abandoned
Lying in the
Confined abyss.

As though no other moment
Will equal this - swirling
Swiveling, moving
Back and forth on a chair
Wheeling from one end to another
Only for this moment, caught
Inside a magnified world.
It will not come again
And it's only a moment
The quick snap of the finger,
And the sudden tap of the foot,
And the Everlasting transition
Must become a
Plateau'd decision.