The Next Step
by Abner Dormiendo
Where it ends, the last step is death.
Before that, it’s all pit stop, forking roads:
in this horizon is another horizon
and after that, who knows.
Where it ends, we kick the gravel free
and let the faintest echo of the stones
return our curiosities: where does it go,
and how far? The truth is, We don’t know
where it ends. So we let one foot stand
with care on land, let dangle the other—
see how the last step is no different
from the millions of steps prior.