There Is No One Left

There is no true place
Where the cat is. There
Are, perhaps, places where cats

Are not. Everything gives way
To everything, constantly.
It's always all everything
Gone all of the time;

There's never an honest pause
In the long melodic line.
We guess. We move things.

Schrödinger's shell game
Always wins. It's amazing
How a world so full comes up
Empty every time.