I wander the border
the scraggly
edge
looking for breaks in the
forest, the overgrown
corduroy
trail where horses
strained against leather
traces, steam-
train nostrils swallowing time
and rain
I hear my heart barking
snapping its rusty
chain
glance back for
border guards
or fellow
smugglers searching
for a way through
I am always alone
The exit is always along
the periphery, never
the centre
Edges
have their own beauty
mystery, liberty
promise
I promise
to never stop
wandering
Kim Goldberg
the scraggly
edge
looking for breaks in the
forest, the overgrown
corduroy
trail where horses
strained against leather
traces, steam-
train nostrils swallowing time
and rain
I hear my heart barking
snapping its rusty
chain
glance back for
border guards
or fellow
smugglers searching
for a way through
I am always alone
The exit is always along
the periphery, never
the centre
Edges
have their own beauty
mystery, liberty
promise
I promise
to never stop
wandering
Kim Goldberg