Reach

There is a time of maybe.
There is a time of almost.
There is a time of generally good,
Might be right, is on the way.

There is a time to rise up on tip toes and reach
For what is almost there on the highest shelf
Because it is yours, dear one. You might not believe,
But you will, with time. You will believe
Whatever magic you most subscribe to
And that will be your life. To reach until you feel
The strain in your arms, your shoulders, your chest wall.
Strain until you vibrate with exhaustion at the effort.
Reach until you grasp all that is right there
And feel the pumping of your vulnerable heart.
A fan that will never betray you.
A breath that will cycle back around
To give you another chance.