I was always one to touch the water gingerly with one toe
and then jump in whole heartedly
the rush of the cold water
shocking me into exhilarated life
always energized me
rocks just below the surface
never noticed let alone anticipated
tore jagged sharp edges into me
ripping holes in body and soul
forcing primal fear in place of innocent exuberance
So now I stand on a precipice
Looking over, wondering if I should test the water
Or just jump, trusting as always
The years have made me no less willing to dare
And the blind leap into riskier territory
Brings a different joy
A quiet yearning and warm contentment
Somehow tied to that old exhilaration
It’s not the same, but somehow
Better.