Ann Keiffer

The Edge

I just noticed!
I am on the edge of a precipice!
I have been walking this trail
as far back as I can remember,
just strolling along,
feeling awed by the scenery,
breathing-in the bright air,
always thinking my thoughts…
but woefully unaware.
When did my path come
the edge
of this
Don’t look down!
I look

The sheer drop
grabs my gut,
spins me dizzy,
makes my feet clumsy.
I am on the edge of old age.
Sometime, I will fall to my death.

Ann Keiffer
December, 2014


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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