Do I really want to clench my fist around every bubble of uncertainty
So that it bursts,
So that I may feel safe, secure, in control?
For life is just that -
Exquisitely uncertain.
What will the next breath bring?
And the next?
And the next?
Here's a heartbeat,
Each new breath a bubble of exquisite uncertainty,
Each new breath a moment of exquisite potential,

Life itself a fragile bubble of the unknown, of the possible,
Resting lightly in my open palms,
Fist unclenched for once.