Edgelands

In places undefined I belong –

the raggedy rim of forest and cloud

the silver slick where sea and sky

and sand merge one into the other

the pit and pock of the marsh’s brink

or where moor and meadow meet

 

in the slashed-at headland

where the plough turns

 

in the space where sun and shadow play

 

in the river’s cusp

 

for these are the edgelands

where the world is undecided

and tomorrow

might go either way.