I don’t cling to
what I know
what is familiar
calming or
comforting.
If I did,
I would find myself
holding on to
air.
Every breath
I breathe in
or out
is outside
of comfort.
There is no zone
in view
in reach
in time
or space.
Instead,
I must attempt
to make an
educated guess
try to someday
maybe
find something
to lean into the edges
and hope I land
somewhere close.