Kambe

Beneath the sky of twilight gray,

Stood Kambe by the river’s sway,

She watched the water's icy gleam,

A silver thread through evening's dream.

The air was crisp, the wind was still,

As shadows crept o'er vale and hill,

She dipped her toe, the chill arose,

A shiver in the night's repose.

"Tomorrow," whispered doubt's refrain,

"I'll leap and break this frozen chain."

But Kambe knew the truth within,

The cold stays cold; no warmth begins.

She lingered there in twilight's hold,

Fearing the plunge into the cold,

Yet wisdom whispered to her soul,

“Delay won’t make the water whole.”

With breath held tight, she closed her eyes,

And leapt beneath the silent skies,

Embraced the shock, the bite, the sting,

Emerging strong, and blossoming.

For Kambe learned beneath the moon,

That courage needs to act, and soon,

For cold remains, though hearts delay,

The leap of faith must come today.