Testament of Sand
Beige-white heat blisters his brow
until sweat pours masking his face
protecting his vision – cooling without a breeze.
His calloused feet burn with resistance to
indiscriminate grains of settling sand
filling his footprint from his labored stride.
White and green linen draped casually
around his heated torso
tugs and shifts from his movement.
Blurred by the endless desert dunes
warped in mirage, he searches
this place with little room for the living.
Following a dead man’s journey to cast hope
amidst an apocalypse in time and space
he clamors with all that is within his will
straining to find the direction
that provides life.
It is a detour taken by youth.
The inertia of the age-old quest
to boldly find the efficacy of one’s soul
while fearlessly striking the citadels
of this desert dominion to declare
“I am the seed of my own existence “–
Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2024
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