words from the well
g.sam© June 13, 2005

An unscheduled stop
Once again,
At a place in the desert
Where your heart finds no comfort
In the knowledge of dunes.

The dryness is too familiar
And the space is too cold
You already know that breathing
Isn’t the same as drinking
When you’re thirsty.

So you look over your shoulder
Backwards to see forwards
Challenged by questions
Of both hours and dreams
That will not be forgotten

But neither yield the answer
Those playing fields are dark
To savor the sunshine divine
Life offers these words only:
Seek within, to be without.