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  • There is a certain opportunity

    In letting go

    And trusting the Uni-Verse,

    With excitement and expectation

    That all will be well,

    Even when it does not seem to be

    Where we want to be planted.
  • It may be dangerous and we are afraid.

    Pale ghosts hanging on gossamer threads

    She, floating in space, twirling and spinning

    Dancing on the thin line of time

    Never letting go to actualize the next act

    Of trust that she will catch his arms.

    He, swinging upside down arms reaching out

    Her arms just beyond his reach,

    In the matrix, Indra's Web of life

    Floating endlessly in breath frozen in time,

    An elaborate drama of trust and release

    That lies pregnant in the air,

    An endless myth,

    No climax, only possibility that never resolves.

    Broken connections with

    One slight breeze, one second too soon

    One second too late and

    Time stops.
  • Photo prompt was given in Cowbirder's Poetry and Flash Fiction group on Facebook by Hawkeye Pete Egan B and the prompt also inspired me to alter the photo through digital collage and fracturing it in a fractal program.
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