Horizertical Gravity

Transitions have me weighed down
anchoring me to what's next.
The "pull" has the internal velocity of a curve-ball,
yet, is as subtle as the petals of a flower opening.

I guess, sort of a horizertical gravitational entity
that pulls my very being towards the future,
where we know that anything can happen.

I am morphing into but a springboard in time's equation,
launching the elements that collectively equal my essence

into  merely, an echo from the past, and a reflection of what's to come.

This can seem to happen all at once,
or can seem to take a fractional lifetime;
and what causes these degrees of time shadows
are traces of hope, luck, fate, serendipity, and tenacity.

For these are the surprise elements of time's arsenal,
and what causes time not to wait for myself,
or anyone else, for that matter.

There can be no true predictions, at this level,
because there are too many currents churning time's seas;

except for one.....and that's, that we can only be betrayed by our expectations.