I walk twenty steps, five feet
down into the darkness
of buried secrets
on the outskirts of the oasis
I walk twenty steps, five feet
in the excavation
next to the shallow ditch
which was once a pond
Discovered from the sky
vaguely marked in the sand
by odd gauge values
of the substrate
Back into the light
where a man sits
on the roots of an old tree
looking at me
Compelling, he beckons me
pointing to his water bottle
and I realise
that he knows the answers
to the questions I shall ask
when he is no longer there
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
I walk twenty steps, five feet
down into the darkness
of buried secrets
on the outskirts of the oasis
I walk twenty steps, five feet
in the excavation
next to the shallow ditch
which was once a pond
Discovered from the sky
vaguely marked in the sand
by odd gauge values
of the substrate
Back into the light
where a man sits
on the roots of an old tree
looking at me
Compelling, he beckons me
pointing to his water bottle
and I realise
that he knows the answers
to the questions I shall ask
when he is no longer there
Collection "Migration"
