At the place where the waters divide,
I asked a squirrel , “What if this life
is just an endless loop?”

I repeated myself 3 times without response
from the squirrel.  Joylessly he ate something
like a nut. Spring is here but he found nothing
worthy of exaltation

I asked the squirrel, “Am I really every pain and every joy
and every thought  and every sigh—down to the everything
unspeakably small  and up to the unimaginably great
that I experience in my life?

The squirrel tilted his head, spat out some of whatever
was in his nasty little mouth and sped off along the water
toward a nameless faceless meaningless tree.

The feeling I’d had this conversation before started to sink in
so I chose between laughter and tears and went on with my day
hating that squirrel just a little bit more than loneliness.

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