Lean In.

I lean into your possibility
And take a long, cool drink
And take a long, deep breath
And exhale a long, full sigh
I examine the width and depth
Of your possibility
The nuances, the pattern and design
The texture of it
Yielding beneath my fingers
Like the ripeness of a full moon
Beaming through indigo midnight
I lean into your possibility
And drink in the heady scent
Of a thousand blooming maybes
Praying that the odds be
Ever in my favor
As I volunteer as tribute
To the game