another good day

What does ‘we’ mean is a question we ask ourselves – you and I – we sit under the tree of questions on the branches of which hang ripe questions – questions of depth and weight, like ‘what does “we” mean when we sit and talk about questions?’ make their ways to us and we play ping pong with such questions that bounce, pushing them from me to you and from you to me and the galleries are all empty, there is no one to watch us play with questions that are our own – that sure must have saved many from painful necks, but pained are we, who do not know who they are – we do not know who we are and we look at the sky through the gap in between our bent fingers