Bookmark

For instance I ask Where are we going? As if I were a bookmark Marking my place Are we at a beginning Or near an end Am I a friend? Am I an unwieldy heroine? A parenthesis A little did she know Am I a crow? Am I a gun on the mantle? The instant I asked There was nothing to say In the still of the night In the dust of the day I will rattle my worries I will fever and shake That it it is always It is always the same Inside a beginning There is an end