i'll stand on the edge
of a cliff so deep
that there is no bottom...
just clouds down there

i’ll stand on the edge
of a canyon so wide
that there is no other side...
just thunder over there

my toes will hang over
a crumble'n edge
the wind will bulge...
and nudge me toward the fall

i will hold your hand
with hope that has no margin…
but only feel the beloved scar
of your grip
on mine

©Naomi Marshall 2017