On The Edge

Down to the earth and up to the sky---

here, on the boundary, I waiver

wanting to dig deeper

wanting to fly higher---

Yet, from where I am at

I have both worlds.

Sometimes the sun

and sometimes the moon

and sometimes just the stars, or the clouds

sometimes fading to dark

and sometimes slowly adding light,

and I am of both worlds.

Sometimes I plant and

sometimes I weed

and sometimes I stand and just watch.

Sometimes it’s hot and sometimes it’s cold

and sometimes it’s dry and

sometimes it’s wet, and

I am just part of all that.