what happens on the edge.

a sunday’s surprise in winding roads, 

cascading all around us was god’s canvas.

limestone, granite, minerals i’ve never seen before.

maybe this life is perfect,

the eagles, joni mitchell all think so. 

taking it easy with an adoring friend.

this life always seems to surprise me,

what’s better is sharing that surprise.

“toto, we’re not in the midwest anymore.”

i have traded so much of my familiarity for this.

i will now weep,

for the abandoned sections of our earth. 

i wanted this to maybe rhyme,

but nature knows no limits.

so- why limit myself too?

we spin off and purch on a cliff,

maybe the only two humans among miles.

looking out, looking in. 

my physical body halts.

just as it did as a child,

the pit of existence forms in my rib cage.

i finally release all i've harvested,

the hate toward my body-

fell over the ledge and into the abyss.

the unknown has brought me a peace,

no psychiatrist could dare bring.

only in time, we heal. 

a sundays surprise in winding roads, 

cascading all around us was god’s canvas.

limestone, granite, things i’ve never seen before.

maybe this life is perfect,

the eagles, joni mitchell all think so. 

taking it easy with an adoring friend.