Always Yes, For the Willing

by michaelcahill

LOVE KNOWS NOT AGE

Always Yes, For the Willing
by michael cahill

will I even survive this?
I see my hand and follow
from my fingertips
to yours
I cannot see where mine end
              and yours begin

it should delight
       and it does
              but as a roller coaster ride does
                     yet I know the outcome there
       the gears sounding with strain
       (though there is none)
       the screams when danger is an illusion
              the laughter
                     for that is the truth

                     this
                     is from a cliff
                     through fog
                     whose substance is a mystery
                           to a topography
                     filled with a dreaded unknown possibility--
                           sharp spikes of crystalline truth
                           waiting to impale me?
or a firestorm of unknown chemistry
                                  burning, perhaps, in a way
                                  my imagination cannot conjure…

I'm sure these clouds are tickling me
as an ocean filled with waves
of endless possibilities
awaits to whisk me
happily away

I needn't clasp your hand tightly
they have melded

a young person plunges forth unknowing, compelled

I, knowing,
still choose love
compelled,

   in spite of it all

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Inspired by an astonishing piece by I am Cat, "Elderly Snow". This isn't quite up to the quality of that, but I enjoyed spilling this nonetheless. :)

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