The edge 

This isn’t a poem. It’s just a collection of words forming thoughts. 
I prefer swimming in a pool, enclosed and safe.

I stand feet bare

Where water and sand meet. 

Sometimes tickling,

bubbly and warm.

Other times startling cold.

I feel the heat of the sun,

Its tepid embrace. 

Then sometimes crashing waves 

Throwing me back, rushing water,

Sinking me deep into the sand. 

I see darkness, vast space. 

No stars in the sky, 

No twinkle tonight. 

I disappear. 

I miss my pool, enclosed and safe. 


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