A Poem: edge

at the edge of the world
the waves' reach
the dissolve
and slide back
is tempting

a beckons
and a call to
belong again
somewhere
so blue, to be colorless
so deep, to lose the sky
so cold, no feeling
of anything at all.

at the edge of the world
the pieces collect
the fractured shells
the grains of sand
-flotsam and powder
of time-
one by one
inevitably
gather here
and dream
the crash
and pull
of oblivion.