We try to find footing on the damp edge of the future.
But the edge remains near us
And yet so hard to find.
Our feet grip the earth
Toes sinking into the soft ground
Feeling as though we may tumble off.
The soft ground that leads to an unknown drop
The slippery future that we just can’t see or grasp.
Feet slipping in the damp earth
Trying to hold our ground
Trying to stay here and now
While holding on to the futures edge.
We sink our toes deep
Gripping with all we have.
Our toes sinking in
To a future unknown.