by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We stepped off
the edge of the world today,
blue above us,
blue below us,
nothing but sky and water
around us
until
death’s door
surprised us.
Not yet.
Not yet.
This is still not
yet our time.
Blue Above Us, Blue Below Us
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fourwindowspress 
Eloquent words, Ethel.
Hope all is well with you both this autumn. Sending love to you. 💙
You’ve captured that sense of vertigo perfectly, Ethel!
Will we ever think it is our time? Maybe, as long as death is not a surprise. Nice poem.
OUR BEST
We struggle
Gamely, unobserved
Not often
Successful
Still there’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t