When the Edge Blurs

I wonder if the shift will notice.

If the air will hesitate,
if the pulse will miss a beat,
if every horizon we’ve carried
will quietly collapse at our feet.

I wonder if the resonance will feel familiar,
like a frequency I’ve somehow known
despite never standing in it,
despite crossing every room alone.

Perhaps it won’t be a sudden spark.

Perhaps it will be softer than that.

Perhaps it will be the relief
of releasing a weight
I forgot I was carrying