This week we have:
A poem by Joshua Enns
A photograph by Rachel Daniels
Enjoy.
Between Edges
A shelf of rock usually submerged
free to breathe air like
a staircase.
My feet followed swiftly
towards the edge
of the falling waves.
I walked on the edge of it.
Land or water,
time changes all.
But that between place stays
sacred
and shows itself
mysterious.
A hill beyond
bog cotton clouds.
Hazed
between air and water
shrouded
in mist.
Shifting yet solid.
Just past the heather,
mud and wood
mark a track.
A muffled cuckoo's call
beckons beyond the baying
of lambs
from the hidden hill
to that place between
edges.
