Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Don’t think that you

have seen this edge before

Don’t count the times

 your boots

have walked

and crunched upon

its sands

Don’t try to catch

 the sleek caress

of countless grains of dust

Blown on a wind

that never

kissed your face

before

But now demands it must

And,

walking tall,

stare into space

between the sky and land

And suffer Geb’s distress

At lust and longing

for his Nut

and know

eternity’s demand

So dare to stride

between the lines

and with each passing mile

leave past behind

To gain a place

just out of time

to hang

in timeless space

a while …

Lost in the vastness

of that sky

embrace your tiny fall

and by your truth

the reach of self

in spinning

sees it all.

©Image and words, copyright Stephen Tanham 2015