Transition

On the tip of my toes.

Poised.

Lightly balanced.

Holding deep within a state of transition.

Between the place I once was and where I now want to be.

Holding, letting rest.

A sense of calm bound up in electrified wonderment.

Almost floating.

To the next little chapter of my life.

On the edge of my toes.

Floating,

out here in the place in between.

So far from any rhythm,

yet at the heart of it… where rhythm lies in rest between.

Swimming,

for a millisecond.

In an almost perfect state.

In the place that I was actually waiting

one day to find.