Between death and life there lies an edge
thin as spiderweb, long as a moonless sky.
Everyone moves toward it, some racing
at breakneck pace and others dawdling
with enough time to smell the sweet peas
and perhaps to see the sunset fall.
These days, many folk end up meandering
unsteadily along the edge, sometimes losing
balance and teetering over the edge,
only to be pulled back by us in the nick of time.
Indeed, this multitude requires such attention
that we have hardly any to spare for the rest.
And so we tend to the edge, walk along it
alongside these wanderers, hoping to guide
and to stand between them and despair.
Between life and death we stand,
as both guardians and gatekeepers
holding hands and letting them go.
#NaPoWriMo 23/30
thin as spiderweb, long as a moonless sky.
Everyone moves toward it, some racing
at breakneck pace and others dawdling
with enough time to smell the sweet peas
and perhaps to see the sunset fall.
These days, many folk end up meandering
unsteadily along the edge, sometimes losing
balance and teetering over the edge,
only to be pulled back by us in the nick of time.
Indeed, this multitude requires such attention
that we have hardly any to spare for the rest.
And so we tend to the edge, walk along it
alongside these wanderers, hoping to guide
and to stand between them and despair.
Between life and death we stand,
as both guardians and gatekeepers
holding hands and letting them go.
#NaPoWriMo 23/30
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