Poem: Edges

Edges

Words by  Elizabeth S. Gilliam Hedgepath
Installation by Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels
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On the Virginia Carolina state line I saw a crow
She hopped, warily pecking gas station offerings
We are all feasting on something low 

We drove to the ocean and then I realized upon seeing the sea 
I'm always different at the edges of the earth
The middle of anything encloses me

I inhabit best when climbing up a cliff, fingers touching the summit ledge 
Or standing toes in sand where I can step on the place 
where the sea meets touchable land's edge 

Am I a creature of extremes?
For though no wanderlust is in my veins
I push the edge and pluck at seams
That crow she could live in arctic or dessert 
And fashion a feast of anything

But if there is one thing I've noticed:

My mother she is afraid of everything except for the sea 
And I'm afraid of the monsters that live in there
I'm only scared of things that can't hurt me

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