The Edge of the World

Falling without my feet leaving the ground
I’m looking over the chasm of nothing
at the edge of the world.
There are people I recognize by the abyss.
The edge of the world is interesting, sure
But let’s find another way over this.

Falling without my feet leaving the ground,
The pressure is pulling me down
But let’s find another way through this.

Falling without my feet leaving the ground.
Let’s escape to somewhere gravity can’t find us
And float there for a little while
Finding our footing at the edge of the world
Then climbing back up
Into the stars.

Poem and photos by Hazel J. Hall