Perhaps

Perhaps

There is a fine line

Between our world and

Another.

Caught

Between the fingers of time

They move slower than we –

They stand on the edge

Of a discovery while we

Hover

Over the brink of destruction.

Staid are the questions of

Madness –

Their souls leap upward while

Our follow shadows of folly

Calmly,

Oh, how foolishly,

We gaze over the precipice

Into hello

While they lift their eyes

To Heaven.

1985