no answers

are given, nor expected
the ache within realizing 
bottomless capacity for enduring
hope for the intervention
of a universe at best
allowing us to stumble along 
what path we've lost ourselves
on our way, a clearing

the fog lifting 

on a tableau impossibly 

understood as a heartbeat

just there

neither beginning nor end

a cascade of moments

propelled by some molecular, 

some visceral

stardust passing through 

from origin to destination

both unknown, unseen

despair crowding out the 

possibility for joy

must not lose sight

of that horizon

where unknown maybes

still reside and 

parables inscrutable

until time is too short

another little pinch 

in my heart at the

realizing, i 

am only i,

& I is nothing more than

a memory projected into 

a space never occupied

is past & future

all one

moments, 

all we know

we have

no answers.