The balancing act
of hope and fact
is a glasshouse
of uncertainty.
It is holding a stack of glasses,
a precarious tower in each hand.
It is closing your eyes
as a breath of air passes.
It is an enormous feat
which requires great valor.
It is needing the fragile balance
to unify so as to matter.
Make the uncertain certain
approach the glasshouse door,
exit and leave it far behind.
Take courage by the hand
and allow what will be to be.
The only way through
is straight through the middle.
October 2015