My Birds know I'm not exactly a big connoisseur or even appreciator of poems (unless you count limericks). I know a few and can quote maybe a handful, but I do have a favorite. I won't try to explain in detail all the things this poem makes me feel, since poems are personal and mean different things to different people. And this one, I believe, is rather popular, to be found on the interwebz in several different forms, which means even more opinions to be had all around. All I will say is that every time I stumble across Come To The Edge, I feel a caress of the divine - soothing, empowering, and full of promise.
Come to the Edge
Christopher Logue
(dedicated to Guillaume Appollinaire)
"Come to the edge," he said.
"We’re comfortable back here," they said.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We’re too busy,” they said.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“It’s too high,” they said.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We’re afraid,” they said.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We’ll fall,” they said.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They came. He pushed them...
And they flew.
