edges are my place.
i breathe like i belong here.
i remember my selfself
here in the edge.
i grow quieter
i grow complete.
i begin to see how it is to be
a human being.
this muddled woman,
of mixed up organization
of strong heart
of heat
light
and, let's face it,
longing and ardor.
yesterday was may day.
now
it's spring.