It shimmers, a mirage in the desert. It wafts, a curtain in the breeze. It balances, a water droplet on a leaf tip. A miniscule moment that can change the trajectory of a life. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net:  Write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. Continue reading Napowrimo 15/30: Indecision/In Between