Suspended between two worlds,
I crave adventure and absurdity
But substitute sameness and stability,
Never quite brave enough to gulp
But only to nibble and to sip.
What if I venture too far into that other life
Only to find that there is no life?
If I step too far into the bright
And can never return?
Damn morals and sensibleness.
I teeter between
Where I ought to be and
Where I want to be.
If I leap the chasm,
Or simply extend my hand beyond
What I know is safe,
That other world,
And find that it fills me
With a sweet, but long forgotten joy,
Shall I ever again be satisfied with
@ 1997 Pat Hornsby Crochet