We Wait on the Edge
The shore is there, waiting
and we return there wondering
why it is always the sea that pulls us
down close to the water’s edge
To watch the waves drag themselves
up onto the shore and go
back to the safety of water.
down along the water’s edge
We wait to understand
the river, the stream, the lake
the water always in motion
the canal, the babbling brook
The edge of things. One realm
making way for another.
Another world it seems.
We stand on the edge of things.
The sea, the sky and the dark woods.
All ready to take us beyond
these edges where we stand and wait.
We wait on the edge of things.
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