I forget
Then am reminded
That I am walking on a knife’s edge.
Worn thin by the world.
Its stories in circles around me—
Concentric
And pulsing like breath.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
Next to my skin, an endless examination
Of each cough, each elevated degree.
And outwards,
To those around me
As we measure the distance
We hold between one another.
And ever outward.
The climate of arguing voices.
Endless static.
Step by step
I walk through the world
Surprised each time
The slightest ripple
Sends me sprawling.
Free falling.
Surprised once again
By the tender precarity of the moment-
By the tightwire fragility of
Each
Step.
3 Responses
Thank you for posting the poem, Margaret. I relate thoroughly to what you express. The poem says it so well. Janice
Thank you, Janice. These are challenging times. I’m so grateful for your voice.
by the way, this was beautiful. thanks.
happy thanksgiving to you and yours.
W
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