Questions

 

In the time of echoes

you learn to live with questions.

Questions move into

your house.

Go through your wardrobe.

Hide under the stairs,

with the spray of

oceans.

 

Questions appear

all over the place.

They live in the

rusty pipes of autumn.

They sleep in your bedroom,

with the radio

turned down to a whisper.

 

Questions remain inside

of buildings,

after office hours,

when the doors are locked,

and the elevators come

out of hiding.