Happy Endings happen-
when you stop the story at just the right spot.
Odd that our fantasies should end with the exact moment that holds the most hope,
and looks into the future with eternal anticipation.
But that’s all that they are.
So, you will create your own happy ending…
again
& again…
directing your gaze forward, squeezing hope out of the everyday things
I’m in love with this life,
and the balance we teeter upon and find pleasure in.
Comfortable with a slight wobble & gyration-
placing faith in determination, confident that the striving is what counts
assured that a temperate motion is most sustainable.
And thus perched, I gaze on…
I do not often speed, or repel, fall or race, dive-in, jump-out, fly…
but for those once-in-a-while times, when I’m compelled to,
when I have an excess of momentum, or a need for some.
