I stand on a ragged edge.

My feet ache,

Crumpled like broken claws.


I am unsure:

Am I distorted

And blurred?


Do I sing

In some voice

Not my own?


Demands disallow

The silence

For thought.


Too often too much

Rips and pulls

Like tides.


Beneath this clamor

I listen—

My heart beats


Steady, yet wary

Like a rabbit

On a field’s edge.


I gather my doubts

And step out

Into air,


Until all

That falls

Falls away.


(January 24, 2018)

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