On the verge

on the verge
a winding path
cannot see
a clear direction
traffic flowing
muddy fields
I'm in the middle
going slowly

on the verge
want to get off it
will get run over
or stuck in brown stuff
safer to stay here
than hitch a lift
in the wrong direction

on the verge
they stare and wonder
can't he pull
himself together
I see another
there's recognition
he's going round
where I've just come from

on the verge
there's pointless anger
or wild confusion
nowhere to rest
just back or forwards
just keep on going
one day will find
somewhere to stay
a place I recognise