Wood draws in the shallows, <br />Time warps in the fault. <br />Words fail when they're fallow; <br />Clocks fail, then they halt. <br /> <br />Steps circle the crater, <br />Trails cease at the ledge: <br />And now falls into later- <br />But doubt lives on the edge.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doubt-61/
