Every Border Crosses Someone

As humans tend to shy from boundaries
When not in the act of transgressing them,

There’s a tendency to describe oneself
As thrill-seeker or lover of routine,

Rather than on the border in between,
Although it’s on the border in between

Where you will live most of your human years,
Taking fresh risks and then refusing them,

And those who stick to their sofas and shows
May gamble the same numbers every week,

Or keep a private stash of contraband,
Or watch true crime, write true crime, or try some,

While those who hang by fingertips from cliffs
Stick to well-honed routines to manage this.