Where Are We?

A broken down Church sign
Reads: --After all-------------
---------------Love each other.
And it drags at my heart,
Like a child at my waistcoat,
With miniature gestures,
Inquiring as to where we are,
And I can only point,
My arm raising like a clock tower,
To point down the weakened road,
Its depressions and cracks,
But I have his hand,
And a certain absurd confidence,
That I have come to expect at times like this.