“Look after yourself”, they say,
“have some you time!”
In the solitude the noise only amplifies,
The loneliness born in the night swells in the emptiness.
Scratching at the raw earth, fingertips crying for contact,
Wild sounds filling the vocal gap.
Deep into the desert.
Deep into the wild place.
Where I am supposed to find myself,
At least that’s what they say!
Maybe they’re right,
Maybe there will be a sound
A sound that makes some sense.
Behind my competing stories,
Beneath it all.
Maybe this serves only to prove to me my need for another,
Maybe that is what I need to learn?
Maybe that is what I need to find?
Maybe that is why I’m here?
Maybe soon I’ll know.