The Fringes
Our edges flit, float
Dropping leaves
Soaring updrafts
Our growth weaves, unravels,
tying in again
With wispy threads
Our healing spirals,
Nesting in close
Covers over our heads
Yet also unfurling,
new patterns of green
Our edges are fringy
Some parts bravely reaching
outside comfort zones
Creatively coloring
beyond the lines
Some parts tucked in
Gestating, resting
quietly bathing in murky uncertainty
Either way
Magic is happening at the fringes—
Something new is emerging
And at the edges of you and me,
entangling, dangling
Forming in the folds, the threads, the murky, the fuzzy,
the messy colors of courage within vulnerability
Of extensions, reflections
At the fringes…
May we grow together
May we deepen our intimacy
May we remember our dynamic Nature
Our dance of Aliveness
