Time to

Take Aim.
No claim to fame.
Nothing large or too lame,
Nor regretful shame.

Eyes bright and clear.
Still sight and hear
The low rumble, my dear,
Of an anxious, unknown fear.

Mistakes will be made.
Miscalculations I’ve weighed.
But lasting satisfaction I crave
From unsure actions that wave

And tempt to risk the
Inner seal I’ve saved.
Time to be brave
​Time to move forward.

Clouds drifting northward
And I am fine,
As shadows fade
From the path I unwind

11/6/22