edges

edges are my place. 

i breathe like i belong here.

i remember my selfself

here in the edge.

i grow quieter 

i grow complete.

i begin to see how it is to be

a human being. 

this muddled woman, 

of mixed up organization

of strong heart

of heat

light

and, let's face it,

longing and ardor.

yesterday was may day.

now

it's spring.