Nowhere

This is the end-point
of your days’ confused wandering,
the period at the close
of life’s frantic sentence.

Here are all those that failed,
waiting for the rest of us
to name the failures
of our own lives and join them.

The final destination, no matter
the brilliant flights of being,
no matter what your will
or your hard-won ticket says.

And when you arrive,
you too will come to the town square
where everyone is gathered, leaning
over the edge of the bottomless canyon

that has sliced open the earth
in the middle of Main Street.
You too will come to stare
into the darkness of this wound,

to try to fathom all
that has been lost
while, behind you, a futile breeze
blows aimlessly through the trees.