Life on the Edge

I thought I’d lost my poems!!

I hadn’t seen them lately

And I felt just less than me.

There was an emptiness where

A thought should be-

The thought which was a little-big bit of me.

I hadn’t realised the link before

Of where I end and the words begin

Of where my breath becomes my spirit

Of where I dream and live this life

Of where I scream and silently implode

Of where I privately unload.

So where were they?

In the ether - wherever that may be?

Or ‘lost’ in this automaton’s lifeless hulk

Ingested without a whim?

Or lying in some plastic memory

Attached to a string?

But no! Here it lies in another Ged

And I

Smile!