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The Edge | John Fox

A photo of a human standing on rocks and silhouetted against a pastel pink, yellow, and blue sky. Overlaid is a poem titled "The Edge" by John Fox. It reads "What I learned about / making my soul / came from immersion // in Summer's talent / to run ahead on the path / and disappear // all on its own. I am lost in / Cottonwood snow, light swarming / in a breeze that gives away // no secrets, smiling, / swept along with / my arms extended wide open // toward what I already know. / There, settled on the serene face of / early evening, a burnished gold hum // dissolves into silence and fire - / to appear as the first star, / a constant presence // I trust, trusts me, this place / where I meet / all I belong to // at the edge, summer just out of view, / breathing in / something more."

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This poem was included in IPM's July 2026 Newsletter.

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