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Edge of the World 

Have you ever
sat at the
edge of the world
and watched the
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 the cool
wind on my wet
face as I hang
over stones
looking to
the other side of
the world.

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

Like there
isn’t a care
in the world
I need to tend
to.
Nowhere to
go,
nothing to do.

 

 Diane Sherman