Margins
Fine line across the
edge of horizon
Gray-blue clouds hug
close
Razor thin edge of
light seeps through
Against the brown of
dormant Winter
Razor thin margins
in life
Miss living with all
the motion
In a fog going
nowhere fast
False importance of
deceptions believe
Razor thin margins
in relationships
Superficial
connection settles in
Emptiness mingles in
the space
Wonder why tears
grace face
Razor thin margins
of mind
Clutter fills every
waking moment
Crisis to crisis the
norm
Life's one consuming
storm
Razor thin margins
of soul
So busy trying to
fill this hole
People and things
just swallowed within
Must quiet self and
be still
Razor thin margins
in body
Pride in being
needed
Sacrifice body for
false comfort
Congruence of
simpler walk
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-042C)
