Where does life begin and end,

we ask,

when sorrow descends,

when there is no happy ending,

sometimes not even a happy beginning,

we can't make any sense of it all,

at all,

so we ask again and again,

why?

no answer of course,

or rarely an answer,

so once again,

we ask,

is there a time line?

a beginning and an ending?

or is it a spiral,

an ascending & descending

movement of possibilities?

And in this I find my happy ending,

choosing no ending,

seeing the long run of life--endless life,

& I am happy.