I am mired in the same old dance,
Convincing myself of its importance.
Yet feeling an invitation in the breeze,
Which tickles me and makes me sneeze.
What grand dreams were just inhaled?
What new walls here to be scaled?
Glimpses of new vistas that I see,
Sent back in time by a future me.
I ask, “What is out there?
How ever do I prepare?”
I answer, “Throw away the map
And climb upon my lap.”
Carried away by an unseen dream.
Across uncharted territory.
Upside down and topsy turvy.
No time to rhyme.
Bump, I land back where I began.
Steadied by a Divine hand.
The invitation is crystal clear.
Thus invoking lots of fear.
With child’s mind, I venture out.
To play, to risk, to sometimes pout.
If new is what I’m called to do,
I guess I’ll try a thing or two.
Tickled by this unseen dream,
The path is clear, just can’t be seen.
Who knows where I may land?
Or who will come to hold my hand?
Emboldened by the memory
of a brave kindergardener me.
I journey forth to this new game.
Trusting I will not remain the same.
Hoping for friends along the way.
I trust you’ll venture out to play.
I’m ready for something new.
Kathy Milano, PhD