In the shifty space
between the invitation
and the leap,
where possibilities, like magnets,
jostle with invisible forces,
jockeying to make the most appropriate alliances,
we wait.
At some point the field will clear,
the dance of alternate attractions
find resolve,
or not,
and we will stand or dive or tumble
into the decision,
carried on swiftly
in the river of time.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2013