Dry

I know it isn’t an oasis

Rippling at the horizon -

The heat makes that clear -

But I stumble towards it anyway,

Because it’s someplace to go:

A point of reference

In the featureless desert.

And how I found myself here

Is not lost on me,

As I have given up on the roads

Tracked beyond all landmarks

To make a fresh start.

Experience had taught me,

That some others

Venture into this no-man’s land

From time to time.

But their sojourn is a visit

Mine, a journey:

I’m in it for the long haul.

Did I have to come here?

Only if I wanted to live, I suppose.

I don’t feel lost

Or necessarily abandoned

So much as confused.

Maybe it’s the brightness

Of the sun bouncing

Off the sea of sand

That disorients and distorts.

This adventure, this exploration,

Unbinds time until it expands forever,

Aching onward, to the rhythm

Of the mirage ahead

With nothing left behind.

-03.10.13