it could be with a look that
they trample you.
or,
worse, with a question
that has no answer.

as the weight is lowered
by every day's sunrise.
until,
finally, you either slump
or proudly stand.

it is always just beginning,
no end seen in either direction.
unless,
the past bones and their thoughts
are collected by you.

for we find ourselves
when we least look.
so,
with a forward lean we march
into an uncertain tomorrow.

making meaning where none exists
is our awesome chore.
lest
we be mimes of an echo
that never reverbates.

09/21/2005