Fleeting; not of fear. Not of abandonment. Flowing; not afar. Not to escape.

It’s receding.
Movement like the ocean,
Lapping shores and sands.

Chances; not of risk. Not of worth.
Clarity; not amiss. Not of certainty.

It advances.
Movement like a dancer,
Tapping and twirling; joined hands.

Briefly; breathing.
It rises and falls.