Toes on the ledge.
Dew remains on the grass.
The clash of temperatures creates a foggy haze
In the air within grasp.
The base of the skin
Connects with the ground beneath.
It is damp and moist
Goosebumps on the body are now seen.
Liquid and air
A silent scene now surrounds.
No person yet the
Are present; around.
Through the eyes,
The focus situates on two things.
The flesh's connection with the ground and the water where soon it will be.
The brain then ponders
The temperatures. Their opposites.
The physical then hesitates
Surely that will cause the body a rift.
Moist and chilly.
Cold, cold, cold.
Lukewarm,
Icy Freeze.
To move or to remain
The system hesitates; afraid.
In one moment, yes.
Jump in.
Go.
The next, hold back.
Do not dare endure that blow.
Like two dogs with a toy rope
Playing tug-of-war
One moment here
The next, there no more.
This experience resonates
As I ponder pieces of life
Where decisions would loom
Where hesitations thrive.
To act on impulse
To trust the first glance; feeling.
Or to listen to that nudge
From the thought-provoking side of the.
To move freely forward
To take grasp.
To dive in.
Or to grip those toes tight
To remain in the place that you are.
To hesitate in allowing
That jump into the water to play a part.
Is there space for both?
A valid reason for both scenes; options?
In the depths of my mind, I ponder these things.
With creativity
With potential life risks
With desires and dreams
With the 'shoulds' that surround us as we exist.
Maybe I remain on that ledge
Toes clung to the seam
To prepare my body and system
For the temperate shift that the water will bring.
As I stand there, with time
I grow accustomed to the air
I am seasoned and ready
For the cold water, I am prepared.
Then those days that I do not
That I choose to instead dive on in
I adapt very quickly
As my body, amongst the cold, continues to live.
A right or a wrong
Perhaps one answer does not exist.
An active contemplation
To pause and thoughtfully ponder,
Or to dive in and take a risk.