Thursday, April 03, 2008
Edge (poem by N. M. Rai)
(Photo by N. M. Rai)
Edge
I always wanted to live on the edge.
I did now and then.
Now I've built my house there.
There's no cellar, just one room,
no front steps, no road nearby,
just the drop into the unknown.
Birds sing from clouds.
The sun rises over the memory of trees.
n.m.rai
