When what once flamed bright
sputters and dies, the struggle begins.
With growing urgency we search.
Where are those matches, maps,
and memories that might bring warmth or light?
When none can be found, the whys appear
(no, not that wise, but the other one),
the why me, why here, why now.
With chilling coolness the Universe asks,
And thus we begin the long trek
through the murky middle
where the only certainty
is that we’re here, as we are, right now.