I stand
amongst the scorching desert storm
eyes rising above the mist
of rock and sand
I lookout
seeing a mire
of improbable outcomes
lives lead that need
things answered
to be achieved.

the sand lashes
against my skin
ripping at bits
of sunken flesh.
Old scars, pulled apart
by new onslaughts.

I see
through the turmoil
a haven that could be mine
it glimpses;
and I stumble
weak eyes only seeing
the howling wind
and gasping dirt.

So I crawl
hand and knees
and foot over elbow
ceaselessly grappling
for the haven of success