The edge isn’t just the bridge, cliff,
embankment, train track, that last…
It’s trying to hindsight the line where
‘going to’ would become gone.
Should I have known, did I miss
the signs, why didn’t I guess?
Each question is a guilted knife
sharp against my mind’s wrist.
Invisible lines cut: he’s on the edge,
but all of us are falling.
S.A. Leavesley is a poet, fiction writer, journalist, photographer, editor. Her latest books are: ‘How to Grow Matches’ (Against The Grain Press) and ‘plenty-fish’ (Nine Arches Press), both shortlisted in the International Rubery Book Awards. Her website is at http://www.sarah-james.co.uk.
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absolutely love this – brilliant!