THE EDGE OF THINGS
I am a dancer at the edge of things,
The one who fills the fringe
And perfects the picture in the center,
I'm not in exile nor am I important
And this is my favorite place,
I'm the stitching of a quilt
That's red and blue and green,
I'm a star sent out of orbit
Ever watching but never touching
Like the writer of a song
I'm brave enough to see lovers quarrel,
And rewarded with enemies embrace
Many others like me know
This is the greatest way of things,
It's hard but satisfying to dance at
The edge of things.
