now is the turning. there is a choice to make, a possibility of going, of continuing, of staying, of continuing. i am in this river, gliding between soft banks, high cliffs,tumbling up for breath, back face down to face fear, back up to see where the sky is now. now the sky is above me still: still i cannot be as the river takes me on. i won't put my feet down today, i will just float/fly on.