Hesitate Before Entering

You hesitate before entering,
having lived one dream too many.
Too many awakingings uncertain
which is more real,
Glad for escape when the dreams have fangs,
Sad beyond words when they are full of a love
you have longed for all your life.

So you linger in that place between places,
A bit surreal, a bit empty, Mixed emotions
are the order of the moment. Unsure
what is real and what is decoration, Unsure
of how to fill the space, but
you have been here before, too often,
most mornings in fact. A little lost

in time and love and worlds.
Not exactly content, but sure that the waiting
always shows the way as the worlds around you vie
for reality.

About this poem.

A poem about leaping into the morning, into love, into faith, into new ventures. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken at Mass MoCA.

Tom