And where shall I place you?
A silly dot below a line
Spread through an entire work,
Or maybe one, hidden by page after page
Where would you choose to be put?
Some thoughts press more than others
And moments heavier
Maybe I should put you there
Or like the old man
“Now!” Is where you should be
And confusing still I wrestle that point maybe having long passed
Or dreadfully lie ahead
Because I do not know
And most of us still
Where you should place
A line, atop a point