Closing Credits

by Rob Dyer

our late slumber, finds us well

as can be, we cue

closing credits

signifying

everything is as it should be

this curious pause, sets the tone

humbled by force,

upward views ask for answers

were you?

did you?

are you?

I existed as a question

and now you want answers?

unfold the creased page and see

an event, trapped in the fractures

of the invisible crystal ball

where lies laugh at us

and missteps haunt the last image

we will never see