the edge of time

i stood at the edge of time and wondered;
if i crossed over, when would i return?
reflecting back, i saw a million images
along a line unbroken,
a million points of light
individual, alone, but connected.
each awaited my next move;
would i break the chain?
resolutely i crossed over, embracing my fate.
it seemed significant at the time
but, really, i had done it before
a million times or more.


6/23/1990