wherever I venture, I find that the world finds me
I found myself in the mall on one of those location boards. An X marked where I was right then. Tomorrow, it will mark me there again.
Ever so clever declaring my presence, passing over in silence where I’m from or where I am headed. Knowing I’ll end up where the red X shows.
For all it matters to my X, where I am between is roaming the cosmos. Star dust. Far-flung life forms sewn in costumes of this old thread. Hard-hammered determined pounds every atom back in place, including us. Oblivious of any span since we were last at the X.
I saunter over to the reader board. It declares me here, as are you. For us, for direction. But for the board, for a reason.
