Wanting, Not Wanting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



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“Sometimes you just have to jump off the cliff without knowing where you will land.”  Zainab Salbi

Wanting, Not Wanting

The icy blast catches my breath
shivering my flesh,
my body tensed on this precipice
looking into an unknown,
unfathomable something
of uncertainty,
I desire, strongly, to move,
to dive in,
but a shadow in my recess
portents a wait and hold,
a what if, and
so here I wait,
not wanting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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