Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Edge of the World 

Have you ever
sat at the
edge of the world
and watched
thick
air float
by
like you’re sitting
in the middle of
a cloud?
And have you listened,
really
listened
to the drum
beat of the
ocean
rolling herself
up against
countless
boulders
counting
out her beat,
stomping her
foot louder?
Have you sat
in the hot baths
and let the
city hum
drain away
down through
the tiny pipe?

I have.
It’s what I’ve been doing
all morning,
Listening to the
ocean lap herself
up on her lover’s
shore,
feeling cool
wind on my wet
face draped
over stones
looking to
the other side
of the world.

I can feel my limbs
relax,
my body
heavy again
with
myself.
 

 Diane Sherman