ON THE FENCE (Poem by Patricia Kelly)

ON THE FENCE

So
here I hang at
the edge of another death

Never casual this consideration
of plummeting, of letting go
of the fence's edge

Yet with each death's
night excitement creeps in, raising
hairs along my spine 'til howls of glee
resound through my breast and bone
even to the moon

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This is a really old poem, written around 1980. I used to enjoy reading it at poetry readings. That first line leads to quite a different place than most listeners would anticipate. :-)

I've been on the fence, in a way, for a long time. But just recently took a few concrete steps toward manifesting my dream of moving out of New York City to a retirement community. Maybe upstate, maybe California, maybe who-knows-where, but the ball is finally rolling and I'm revving up for the leap to follow it.

[The image is from webshots.com, and is called "Alive With Color."]

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Resource: Annie Finch's poetry, wonderful pagan poet, be sure to check out the spiral of formal poems on the lower left of the homepage.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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