Why was everything so dark, so solid, so there?
Darkness crowds all the corners, spilling out into the openness, reaching out for me. How can it eat up the sun and the moon and the stars? Why is everything so dark?
I walk towards the tree and my head bumps into it. I see a boulder and lift my leg over it, just to have it jarr when my hoof crashes down onto it. Why is everything so solid, so there?
Why is nothing transparent, filmy, or clear? Forever I will walk this world, searching for things that vie for water's beauty. Forever I will look for things that are hardly there, for things I can see-through.
