White Noise

Two sounds are indistinguishable:
Boarding and unboarding
Feet coming, feet going

Where do we end, where do we begin
Between identity and anonymity
Vocation and vacuum?

A bunch of dawdlers
Trying to make our dawdling
Look intentional

When do we get to disregard knowing
That which changes little but a twinge of hope
Which, honestly, is still not far from despair?

………………………………………

Would we spin like a top
If the Cause pulled the string
And stepped back to enjoy our irony?

Or would we disappear
Like the light from a great bulb
Whose filament was removed?

Would we?