Sometimes I think how the world
will go on without me.
Traffic lined up at stoplights,

billboards shining in the rain.
The temple still there on the corner
laughing pre-schoolers inside.

Stores still selling their stuff,
all the things I bought over the years,
none of which mattered much.

Not a discernible iota of me remains
or maybe I’m part of all that’s here.
Shopping carts in the Kroger lot,

people on endless errands.
It all means something
     or it doesn’t.