the margins are grey and forever in question, but somehow, you still know
where your edges show up this is why
sometimes you choose to walk the boundary lines within your own mind to each day
rise and remain just there in the acreage provided for you at no cost
when you look out from this space even
above the slant of sunshine over the neighboring rooftops and the small cloud sliced in half by the passing
bird flight these things that can stop a frozen heart even and yours so fresh and bright turns feather-light
even sometimes above this beauty you must choose to remain in the close tight space of your own two steps
so that divinity can still be realized.
there is hope and there is light and even there is faith
not everyone can see it or open their eyes-because this is all that is asked-because the riches of the world seem to be enough and yet with these eyes closed people you reside and continue to hope and have the faith that
you alone hold close even if it splits in that very same instance like the bird flight across the small puff of cloud.