Becoming

Rain against the window;
a constant flow of memories and ideas.
We share our passions
and try to imagine what it would feel like
if our visions came alive.
So close yet out of reach,
we celebrate life for all that has been
and will be,
and consciously resist 
surrendering to the moment...
It is not time quite yet to make the leap,
although the countdown has begun.
Days like this continue in my mind,
illuminating paths to my truth.
I am still, 
but there is a shiver deep within
and I can't quite tell if it's fear
or courage.
My hands are shaking
while you encourage me to trust myself.
This rain inspires 
me to dream ever more soundly
as this comfortable stillness
stirs up my tomorrows,
and I sit here 
utterly thankful
for all the pages yet to be filled.

2002