“we are whole edges”
-Clark Coolidge
not so much where I am
as where others leave off
the valley and its village
lie below the cliff’s edge
a simple casual step
and I become air
Whitman claimed no edges
Only infinite permeability
I am defined outside myself
A line separates two spaces
I like wall’s tight definitions
A knife blade snaps between stones
All edges abut each other
No cement only resistance
Each aspect I show
Shaped by all I confront
A place to not be someone
Other than myself here
(September 2012)
