This

by Virginia Craft

This is the monologue
This is the analogue
This is the dialogue
This is the metronome.

This is the moment
where moments meet moments,
and to survive
means also to die.

A deity diets
and we all follow ’round
and a round and around
till we all become one.

What a wonder, this world,
where we all wallow ’round,
when the wise wallow deeper…

Why wonder what’s left,
what’s best, this creeper;
this world, this wander.