What do you do,

When opportunities leap at you,

Like flying fish?

How do you know,

Which ones are too small for you,

Best to let go of?

Or, which ones will grow you,

Stronger, wiser, deeper, freer?

Into the next chapter,

Rather than the last level again?

You listen, my dear,

You wait for clearance.

Sometimes, those wanted pieces,

Arrive late and past due.

And you have already moved,

Beyond, and choosing them,

Places limits on wingspreads,

And boxes on blooms.

Create space in your heart,

For the biggest move.