On the Cusp
balanced. here we are.
not quite there; not quite gone
whisper on crisp breeze
sends us scurrying
for the next
lest we choose 'not quite right'
what tugs our souls, pushes us on
growing louder, calling us, urging on,
poised, balanced, here we are...
our choice - follow or lead
inside or out
right or left
sit or run
frozen or unleashed
together, hand in hand
silent no more...
Both painting and poem are inspired by CMHC women's hiking event.
Painting: Loch Raven Grove by Frank Martin
Poem: On the Cusp by Kathy