Cliffs, canyons, mountain tops, or roof tops

Everyone’s growth edges are their own

They are not distinct or definitive

For as dwellers of Earth, our landscapes inform and guide our experiences

Approaching these growth edges we can see an endless horizon

A depth that entices and in turn can invite caution

There is intelligence in hesitancy

There is also intelligence in stepping back and creating space

Make room for a full sprint toward that edge for leap into the place we are birthed from: the womb, the golden orb, and which remains mysterious

Growth edges are places to cultivate improvisation

How we gall towards the ground or soar toward the clouds is  up to the poet writing and living the poem to decide

Self-potential is shape shifting