You may want to read part 1 before this post. Or not. Who knows? It just may stand on its own. But I’m trying a hybrid fiction-poetry piece, and to be honest? I’m kind of digging it.
she sat
there,
a pixel
suggesting a curve in the road,
away from her lines
and her lists
and her rules
and her places
and her things
and she worried
about opening up
to this space
and she worried
would the ground hold her feet?
would gravity still hold her
to her moorings?
what if
when she stepped,
she stepped out,
her world fell away, if
she plunged into wild?
or what if
when she stepped,
she stepped in,
her world came alight, if
she had at once
arrived?
to be continued…
thanks again to Memoir of a Writer for the inspiration!
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
I read Part 1 first as you suggested and am glad I did because this poem – which I love – crystallizes around this woman and her fears. The ground holding her feet, her moorings, the world falling away – or is she actually falling into the world where she belongs? Beautiful and lyrical, and also compelling in the fear of freedom and letting go (-Frozen!!) of the familiar, constraining, perhaps paralyzing structures of lists, rules, places, things. So. I wonder – what she’s gonna do?
thank you! And yet again – the frozen reference comes to us! Love that universe.
I think I know what she’s going to do – and I’m hoping deep down my readers know what she’s going to do – what she needs to do. It’s that tending to the wild within us, that exploration of the dark and scary and unknown.
But it IS a source of conflict, for her and for us. I’m taking my time to determine which parts of the story demand narrative, and which ones can only be expressed through metaphor. I’m liking the challenge!
Love the pixel. I am always intrigued that the pixel on the gps are controlled by satellites high above our heads, but relatively close to earth given the universe.