The Echo

I wonder where the echo ends

Down tunnels or on mountaintops

Or in a cavern where sound bends

Or at the moment when time stops.

The echo mocks me like a fool

Repeating phrases I may make

Like children used to do in school

Before my rattled heart would break.

It bounces briefly on the air

Or skips like stones across a stream

And softer, hardly being there

It grows until it loses steam.