Sketchbook: Edge of Knowing

the door that leads
to finding
the collected craft of years

weighs what when
weighed on scales against
the weight of unknowing

an unchartered place where
time slips, causality trips, gravity quits
my compass swung

by an alter state of longing
half seeing
what might be/come/ing

reaching
for the fabric of what is/would
stand alone 

with bird or stone
to touch the liminal
at the edge of knowing