WHAT IS THE THIS OF THIS?

WHAT IS THE THIS OF THIS?

Where is the keening of my senses?
Where is the keening of my ears?
How and When and Where of it?
What and Who of it?
What is It?
Is It?

The answer’s asking, asking again
rapping on knuckled doors

Doors exist
What do they hold in and out
How do they let us in if
they are sometimes shut?

The nature of a door is sometimes shut
The nature of a door is sometimes open

An umbrella is an umbrella
A tent is a tent
A sky is the sky we all share save for
peculiarities of geography
that change the frame

But the air’s still there

The air they breathe
is the air we breathe
The bathwater they piss in
is all of our bathwater
The they they are is we
We are the they
The they are we
Us + Them = We
I + You = Me

Lady