Yes, the brink
If I push you
This time
You will fall off
But when was I pushy
And when did I shove?
So the brink
Yes, the brink
Looms there
Lurks there
Taunts there
Teases
Caresses
Waits for me
Waits for me to push
Waits for you to fall
The brink
Yes, the brink
Waits
Knowledge
A tenuous cord
Oscillating between us
Spindly and opalescent
A shimmering periphery
Of tacit understanding
Knowledge
As sure and certain
As rainclouds heavy
Laden with accumulated drops
And anticipating
To break
Is multi-colored
Functional
Low-maintenance
Fire-proof
Rough
Nominally-padded
Berber-esque
Plastic
That floats
When focuslessly
Stared at
But that
Isn’t why
You stare.
