a swampy pond does not have clear divisions
between land and water
where one begins and the other ends
edges blur and confound
we could accidently plunge waist-high
disturbing cattails and tadpoles
it is like finding ourselves gratified
we can’t distinguish between air and space
or the unseen boundaries
some parts of the world are diminishing
yet we plummet ahead
trusting there is an edge and not extinction
there is a distinction
even if we cannot see it
we act as if it is murky when it is not