There is an edge
I’m trying to soften around it,
but it won’t
relent, the me that observes it,
and so
i feel like melting, crying
to lay beside it as thin as possible
to disappear into it
this doesn’t much work
so I let it hang there as a border
I let it be
and I watch it’s ridge slice the air
into two distinct planes
I consider skiiing on it
to fling myself across its solid, icy precipice
It needs some light, I think,
some touch, some warmth
maybe just a file
I run my fingers across it,
and it doesn’t cut me.
This is a surprise.
So I find myself bringing my ear down to the
corner of time and space, this edge
and check to see
if it has a whisper.
it’s beckoning me to come closer
and to my confusion it says
“Follow… and
Keep going
even if it feels odd,
rough, or
wrong.
Trust the forward movement.”
Fiesta Estrellas 
Indeed trust it, from one moment to the next. It is change. Great post and share Ka, thank you 🤗❤️🙏
I loved this poem, Ka. There’s something profound about it.
‘and to my confusion it says / “Follow… and / Keep going / even if it feels odd, /
rough, or / wrong. / Trust the forward movement.”’
Wow, I love those very empowering lines. ❤
Beautiful piece! I especially enjoy the ending note of trusting the forward movement. Sometimes it is all we can do to do so. ❤️
Thank you so much, Layla! Thank you so much for reading and sharing your response. Hugs from here to there! Happy writing, my friend.
I love the turn toward curiosity in this poem. These lines especially,
“I run my fingers across it,
and it doesn’t cut me.
This is a surprise.
So I find myself bringing my ear down to the
corner of time and space, this edge
and check to see
if it has a whisper.”
Thank you for sharing your words.
Trust💜🙏💜
Yes, darling!! Trust the forward movement!!! I LOVE your poem ❤
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