And where was Awe?
There was only I
So much of it there was no room for anything else
let alone Awe, which requires high ceilings
or no ceilings at all, and where was I?
The truth is I don't know
I would like to say on the cusp of something
or the verge or threshold
but there is nothing, I slept through my dreams
and they really became dreams; forgotten.
I was in myself, on my self
there was no room for anything else
when you become so consumed
in something so small as oneself.
Where was I going? Where am I going?
with this body, worse for wear with each year
Where am I going?!
Bewildering to realize that is the question
you ask yourself
Not where Awe is, that is established.