Copyright (c) 2014 by Nicholas Roy, all rights reserved
I set out across the land
Knowing not where I would stop
Settling with unease each night along the way
A route through brambled undertuff
The stars to light my way
The heat of days
The salt-crust red of skin
Dust and callus hands beridged
I found along my arc through deepest steamcrossed plain
A field girded round with wire rusted, barbed in vain
No longer were the cattle bound within its mesh
Flesh had long ago made way for sun bleached scaffolding
The beat of many rays
The rhythm found
I trudged along
Not asking what to seek
The time would come when I laid down
To rest of that was sure
Parameters for marking home
Elusive as the dew
Thirst of days
No water found
Heat and ache and nothing new
Then one night, under the stars
I cast my thoughts adrift
Found peace in looking up at them
Felt rain within my chest