My soul hungers and thirsts

after “security” (my imagined

antidote to fear) as if there could

really be such a thing.

Uncertainty harbors all


Choose, and the availability

of the universe closes off a


In the meantime, to not feel

left without, you have to tread

anxieties’ narrow, narrow path

hoping that you bet on

the right horse.

It’s completely counter-

intuitive to our cultures’


White picket fences aside,

if you’re free and available,

the universe can come calling,

and ask for the next dance.

If it’s a song you like, then

waiting was worth it, and your

faith affirmed.

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