DUGGAN
If your question is am I broken
then it comes down to cracks and bricks
and the mortar or glue or bindings used
to keep those bricks together
and whether they are supposed to fit another way
or fit
at all?
If your question is am I wrong
then it comes down to both the question being asked
and who is asking
and whether the correct answer is to left or right
or whether up should rather be down
and whether being wrong on this one is better
than being right
on the next?
If your question is why me
then it comes down to you or who else
and whether it's just as well it's you and not another
and just as well for you too
that it was this why
at this time
in this way:
and why not?
The questions we ask ourselves
under the greatest weight of the nesses
of sad and lonely and tired and empty
and the ever-lurking dark
are always out of context,
flowers and freight trains both hastening in our direction
while we are looking the other way.
Hold your hand.
Make the call.
Wait.
The only certain thing
is time's obdurate refusal to play an encore
or repeat herself for long.
Stand down. Play sad music. Endure.
The voice which whispers “No one knows!”
is one of consolation
not despair.