it’s just a different sunrise in the fall
the sun is bright but muted
the clouds are dense and low
and I am thinking about the future
about how there is no manual for it
no all-knowing oracle to show me the way
I have taken the first step with a gentle nudge
but now I stand frozen
one leg firmly in the future, one leg in the now
stiff with fear
unable to move forward or back
my mind trembling like a newborn fawn
unaware if I am walking into
the land of milk and honey or
the spinning blades of a woodchipper
and like the spider in the bouncing web
on this cool windy day
I am merely hanging on