Here

Somewhere. Over there, in the dark, under cover, out of range, around the bend, on the floor, against the wall, through the night, off the cliff, inside out, near the end, far from true, close to you. . .

Is somewhere only where there is some symbolic exchange – the context of I’m here, you’re there and somewhere is elsewhere? Or, are we somewhere now, and what we have yet to experience is elsewhere?

What is out there? Others in their “hereness.” What about way out there – where space squeezes itself so thin that there is a slit in the horizon calling all life to come in and cease.

Or, there is a station for thoughts parting, leaving in paragraphs, leaving in single words, going on journeys to find the unnamed, preprejudiced responses to this question,
What was it i was wondering. . . .