I have sauntered quite a distance
from the known to unknown lands.
I trodded past the steams
and skidded past the rivers.
Children singing and clapping,
women gisting through their washing.


Then blows the wind of tension,
then all becomes faint.
Like the world has
come to a halt.

One road becomes multiple,
then two in opposite directions...
And there I stand in the centre,
looking  to the left and right,
wandering,
which way to go.