THE THIN EDGE by John Zedolik


Recognition is a razor
upon one side is memory—
image and word
while on the other lies nil
perhaps gray infinity—if even
that visual is too much for nothing

And how easily slices the face on
the edge
split vegetable membranes opaque but
always riding that nanometer ridge

Precarious is the person from the past
when he or she approaches the sharp line
on which most will remain forever hung up
falling down on either side
shorn petals, then halved

~ John Zedolik