Standing At the Edge

At the edge

Standing
at the end of today
at the edge of tomorrow
the place where one can retreat
or move deeper into the endless expanse
of hope, of purpose.
The tide will endlessly ebb and flow
day will become twilight
night will become dawn
a new day will be born
Sand
will sift through our hands
swirl round our feet,
remind us life is not ours to hold.
The cold of the sea will embrace us
or turn us away, pursue us.
Yet the wind will still call,
still move the tides, the waves, the water
in an everlasting, never ending movement.
Choices -
to stand
to stay
to move
to dance
to live
inspite of the unknowns
because of the mystery.
Footprints
will be made
should you stand
if you stay
more if you move
be imperfect yet beautiful if you dance
in duet with the Divine
when you accept the invitation
offered today,
extended tomorrow.
At the edge of today
on the cusp of tomorrow.