From Where It Came

It’s a distant sound barely heard!

We turn our head right and left and right again.

We cup our hand behind our ear and strain.

Yet we fail to discern from where it came.

It’s a song now only hauntingly familiar!

We tap our foot and drum our fingers.

We clear our throat and hum and whistle.

Still we fail to recall from where it came.

It’s a shadow cast by the glow along the horizon!

We squint and blink and rub our eyes.

We stoop and raise our arm to shield the glare.

But we fail to visualize from where it came

It’s a vague nightmare that interrupts our rest!

We toss and turn and try to calm our fears.

We breathe deeply and count to dull our thoughts.

Then we fail to remember from where it came.

It’s a dull pain that slowly renders us near invalid!

We stretch and probe and massage.

We medicate and wrap in bandage to heal the bruise.

Again we fail to reveal from where it came.

It’s a question that continues unanswered!

We pause and ponder and analyze.

We scratch our heads and sweat and rationalize.

Alas we fail to decide from where it came.