Echo Poem by Tommy LoMaglio

Something is turning through the air,
around and around,
an echo, lonley,
traveling to and fro searching,
searching,
such a vain act,
searching and finding nothing,
no one,
finding itself,
over and over again,
longing for something else,
something more than itself,
something to send it back
to where it came,
but no,
nothing,
and as it spins,
as it drifts
in its whirling wind
it feels within itself,
something,
in the void inside,
something,
turning through the air,
around and around.