I Wander the Desert Alone
Shoooooooooooooo
I jump a little, thinking scorpion.
The only thing on the desert is me and sand.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The wind? I still myself, listening, completely on my guard now.
Nothing appears. I feel the intense loneliness of the barren desert once again.
This oasis was wildly beautiful days ago, when I arrived, dumped unceremoniously
By my capturers with a canteen of water which has been gone for several hours now.
I reveled in the pink and orange streaked twilit nights the first day
Or two. Gentle whispers of the sand people spoke to my heart, soothing me,
Hypnotizing me to sleep. I believe I have been here for three nights, no watch
Or anything, and I am hallucinating now, probably a sign that the thirst is getting to me.
I am still amazed by the glittery stars that sneak out as stealthily as a cat’s eyes under cloak
Of darkness. I lie down in the sand and await my fate, listening to the shhhhhhhs and the
Shoooooos, wondering what they are, but too tired to fully care anymore. Survival which
Seemed paramount when I first arrived is an interest I no longer care to entertain.
A sip of water is what I dream about as I close my eyes, wondering if I am as alone as I feel.
Written 9-24-2018 Contest: I Wander The Desert Alone
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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