Sometimes I am small
The stars are above
My eyes shut tight
So tiny
And the weight, the heaviness of the world is above me
Around me
I can feel small
So small
the edge
head up and balance
balancing on the edge
the man on the ledge poised
head turning , maybe looking down but then ahead again, perhaps he’ll pull back now
he was just admiring the view
we were all on an edge
world of words 