Sitting on the edge of a new normal
A tottering quiet space left
As an old way has walked out the door
The new way sits beside me
We stare at the empty door frame 

We sit
We breathe
We start to find words for the newness
We daydream 
We eat breakfast 
We think about making a to-do list
We sit some more

Edges can be rough
They have a sharpness that can cut if not treated gently 
Edges can be scary
It can be overwhelming to try to look over them to the other side
Edges can be special
It seems so rare that I realize I’m on one and not falling off
I hardly ever let myself just sit

But here I am
Finally able to see myself sitting here

I swing my legs over
I swing them a bit
I remember how much I loved swing sets as a kid
I start to pump my legs
And to my surprise the edge moves!
It’s a giant swing!

Push and pump
Push and pump
I soar higher and higher with my new edge
I am laughing 
I am squealing with delight
The edge enjoys my wonder
We soar higher together

I just ride the swing
The flow created by all the pushing and pulling
We rest in the soar

The swing slowly comes to a stop
We sit again
My edge and me
And smile