They looked for a sign
in the skies, the seas
somewhere, anywhere
around the universe.
A sign that might tell
where to go, how to get
there, a range, a stage
or stay the hell put.
But signs are placed
not by the gods
but by you and me
fools to think we
know anything about
directions, instructions
nods, wags, or winks
we live on the brink
where all the signs
say, “Keep away
from the Edge!”
that surrounds us.
The Coming of the Toads 