Calling

Calling

How did you get here.
If you were to tell me,

where would you begin.
What new thing called

to you, installed wheels
under your shoes, gave

you a handlebar and told
you to hold on while it

towed you. What caused
you to drop the anchor

back there, or over here.
When you chose, did you

feel that you were the one
choosing, or was a voice

loudly commanding you.
Did your decision fall

from you, light as a dime
slipping from your wallet,

no sounds, no sensations,
no evidence that the world

requires any thing from us,
any one thing over another.