A breath

A sway

I don’t look before I lay

Living by rule of worry is out

Spontaneity is in but not without

Fear that something may

Happen without my wanting

But alas out of my control

I strive to let things go

And unclench the fist that kept ahold

The shackles I call caution

After all I would miss

Living in this unrehearsed bliss we call life