Catching a Dream by the Waist

I'm reaching for the unknown - a hunch, a pull, a desire to try something out, to follow the wind of road and writing.  It's awkward.  Shifting center of gravity from planted (home) to air (fly) to land (RV). Feels like grabbing a dream by the waist, like reaching for something not yet here.  Something I have to hold in my arms as it passes through that membrane - the one from in to out.  Dress it up, write it down, keep it warm and sacred;  make it matter, make it into matter. I found a rig, a ride, an RV.  I go see it Monday.  This experiment could fail.  Clench! Then, I remember that failure is beautiful, too.  Mistakes hurt, sometimes bad. But, so does living a life trying not to make them.