Echo
Mike Berger
Staring at the massive red rock
Mesa, I shouted, “Hello.“ The echo
came thundering back. The massive
wall returned my greeting.
“How are you today?“ I shouted.
“I’m fine, how are you?“
No! No! No!
Echoes aren’t supposed to talk back.
I searched the rock to see if someone
was playing a joke. It seemed clear that
no one was there. I knew full well those
red rocks were inanimate and couldn’t
answer back.
If the rock can’t talk, what did I hear? I
sat and pondered. One thought became
an inescapable. The echo I heard must
all in my head.
I shouted again, “ Bite the wall.“ That
echo answered , “ You jerk, I am the wall.“
