Echo

Christian Rodriquez

I once thought I might be able to be solid 

But now I wander like an echo of unknown origin 

Translucent to the point I can’t see my own body 

If I’m defined by repetition, will deviating undo the story 

A silhouette filled out by what stands behind me 

And a sound bouncing following the outline 

If I’m made by what I think, then who’s doing the thinking to begin with 

And if I once thought I might be able to be solid 

It’s because I thought being hardened was the same thing 

But hards things are just brittle, and hard things break fragile objects 

I’ve become what undoes me