Edge

Here we are.
On the
Edge.
Nothing to cling to;
Momentum catapulting us forward - over the
brink
On which we cannot balance.

What are we?
On the
Edge.
Everything before
(behind)
us.

Where is this point where past
becomes future?
The ultimate
Edge.
The nip in the hourglass of life,
Where each grain of sand plunges from future to past,
Unable to pull back from the
Edge.

Always on the
Edge.
We must struggle to find a path
Through hurricane winds and shifting swamps
That form our way to a destination unseen.
But, on the
Edge,
We have never yet started.