The Mystery

The Mystery

Fill your pockets with rocks,

Take the ocean home

a

drop

at

a

time,

Reel in the moon

And the stars

Of a million-million years.

You are alone.

Shovel sand into a hole

That won’t fill, forever

And haul all of the twigs

From all of the forests,

From all of the places

You Must See.

You are still alone.

It will remain unfound, unsolved,

No answer. Though much effort expended in looking.

Alone.

You may find

After all of this busyness, bewilderment,

Exhaustion,

Along side you,

Me.