Week of Apr 20, 2015

There Are Times on the Edge

There are times
and this is one
when I’m standing on the edge
with nowhere to run

or hide, or time to cry
or room to breathe,
or care to even try
to let the fears float away.

How to keep the wolves at bay
while balancing on toes
at the crumbling edge
of what once seemed a solid ledge?

Where is balance
from a peaceful center
when I need it most?

Perhaps this is balance
in its utmost form,
that enables this
delicate, lofty dance.

Margaret Dubay Mikus

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