On Edge (a poem)

There is a sidewalk end
in my future,
not too far off,
and less far now
and now
and now.

Beyond it
is nothing
and everything
unknown.

I have never been
less certain
where my footfalls
will lead.

I have never been
less clear
of what I even
want to imagine
into reality.

I am not as scared
as I should be.
Or perhaps I am just
scared of being scared.

I only know that the
future will come
and something will be
and, if I’m lucky,
it will include me.

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