Where Do We Go From Here?

Who ordered the feet to march forward?
What questions await our arrival?
When did these grounds gain tongues to speak out?
Where is the place called ‘here’, where is it?
Why do we always have to leave there?

For morning to occur, night must dwell.
Here is where you don’t dwell long enough.
The grounds talk when enough is enough.
There are enough answers in the wind,
so long the wind moves, our feet must too.

Ruddapoet