Who, then, are you
that walk this earth
beside me — not hearing it
behind me — not saying it
ahead but not seeing
it — so
What then, and where to go
from here — to where: there
is nowhere, unless somewhere
is all you crave — something
is everything filtered
into nothing & somewhere
everywhere sifted
into sand — a windswept beach
Buckets and spades drift along shorelines
bob idly as the tide turns
to eyes no longer looking
no longer seeing
no longer believing in
the fundamental truth of life:
without builders nothing gets built.
Who, then, are you
that walk this earth
beside me — not building
behind me — not building
ahead yet not building
it — thus far.