I walk along the knife’s edge
Where the ends of earth and sea meet
Where the waves count out time
In the infinite coil of moments
Where the ends of earth and sea meet
Where the waves count out time
In the infinite coil of moments
By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
I strive for healing
And the world becomes
Healers and the healing
Compassion, grace and service
Sometimes I feel so luminous
As if anyone
Everyone
Can see my inner light
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories
Humans evolved
The mind to identify
The harshest conditions