Uncertainty

The poet reaches a turning point.

Blindly I search for words to describe
the point I think I have reached in my life.
Confusion reigns as usual,
but elation and nervous excitement
flutter through me at intervals
that vary with each new sign of change.
And there my life is, gaping before
and behind me. And here I am teetering
on a dulled razor's edge, wondering
which way to throw my weight
when my balance finally gives out.