Scott C Kaestner

It

It’s where the train went off the tracks meets the sun rising over the horizon.

It’s somewhere. It’s nowhere.

It’s a miracle. It’s a nightmare.

It’s found at both ends of a rainbow and at the fork in the road.

It’s a mirage. It’s a reflection.

It’s a heart beating in the ether and in the void.

It’s an opportunity. It’s a curse.

It is what it always is, it’s life, it’s the here and now, all the possibility therein.