Some days I feel I can pick it up again and
and other days not but
no matter which one of these days it is
I always have it in me to
slow myself down to watch the train
run along the tracks
behind the apartment building
wait for its horn to blow
at the grade crossing
6 thoughts on “Edge”
Oh this is how I feel about my grief, and I keep reminding myself to slow down and watch the train…
There is always something to keep us grounded if we can see it. Which is not always easy. But the thing or experience or thought exists, I think. If we can find it.
This is such a perfect description of being. (K)
Yes. Always there is something to hold on to, a thread that runs through and keeps us together in our heads. Or so it is for me, there are a few things, touchstones, maybe. I go back to them again and again, or they appear over and over.
I think that’s true.
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