What & Where

where does it all lie?
under a tree
in the shade
with a carbonated beverage
and hot summer wind?

on the ground when it’s cold
and you’re using cardboard
and newspaper
and the smell of the earth
is all that saves you?

in the soft skin
of someone you love
and their breathing
is your heartbeat?

where does it all lie?
where the guitar string
neither breaks
or fails to play?

where there is
nothing to bargain with
but its own language?

where this word
can see itself
for what it is?