A curb is less forgiving than a painted line,

A puddle more yielding than a bank of ice.

The border between inertia and enthusiasm may melt in seconds.

Concrete reality and states of mind blend as when

spinning wheels find traction,  a heart remembers how to breathe,

and a line separating nothing from something dissolves.


dVerse Poetics: Border

©2017 Ontheland

22 thoughts on “Edges

  1. I especially like the line:
    ‘spinning wheels find traction, a heart remembers how to breathe’,
    Although, once I used to ride a bike so carelessly, now I wobble, in fear of passing cars!

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