are we always on the edge?
edge of something?
death, ecstasy, economic boons
crippling typhoons?
am i looking for a place without the edge?
if the infinite has no boundary,
can it have a center?
centered on the edge
moves with me wherever i groove
dancing on one foot
swaying arms move
the tree's roots grow in all directions
at once
Beautiful photo and a poem that's full of food for thought. I can almost see you standing on one foot, waggling a bit and saying, "I'm a tree! Watch me grow!" But back to the poem's question: are we always on the edge of something? I think yes, whether we realize it or not, we are perpetually at the crossroads every day. Sometimes that can be a scary thought, but for me, mostly, it's the salt on my dish of life.
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