Midair

Leaving
Letting go
Or losing
But not yet 
Landed.

Grasping at branches
That no longer hold
Uncertainty envelopes
Identity wobbles.

Questions barrage 
Did I?
Didn’t I?
Could I?
Should I?

Every answer
A seedling
Far from fruit.

The uneasiness
Of in between
Unsolvable
With old tricks. 

For now
A looser grip 
A softer face 
An open heart
A curious mind. 

Tumbling has virtue.

Midair
What’s not needed
Is jettisoned.

Midair
What’s essential 
Is found.

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