Drifting in the regions of mind deeper and deeper
Encountering untouched and unexplored thoughts
Rising and falling like sand dunes of Sahara.
I imagine myself alone in the desert
Watching nervously at horizon the edge called year 50th
The sights of endless sand like the sight of my fears and hopes.
Empty nest has left me scrambling and stumbling like a little child
At an Easter egg hunt.
Upon the sandy surface of life
Obsolete patterns leveled by the whirling wind of time.
I tap the substratum for a new mosaic.
Sorting impressions like
Retrieving water from a soaked kitchen sponge.
Recycled thoughts springing back with a squeeze
Winding mazes, unsolved riddles
Yes I am a drifter in the world of shapes and thoughts and forms
Trying to hold on to something
Because standing alone is hard.
Empty Nest
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