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.