Reaching...

I'm getting ready to go.

Plots of misty vapor unite in thunderheads of electric potential
sparking heartfuls of promise, lovely and fearful
storming higher on turbulent fancy
dizzily woven through frail contingent futures
withering here, now; stealing what seems my soul

until I wearily relent, shunning hollow uncertainty
to fall on softly enfolding present
where whatever will be, will come to me.

I secure my position.