the mind is a wanderer. an arab in the desert, she strolls along the dunes; where peaks and troughs are as flat as a water’s surface. through the storm, her pace is steady. unsure of her destination, yet confident of the journey, she walks. the sand between her feet remind her of the journey taken, mirage seen; whipped and bruised. the camel’s back has broken long ago – when will mine? yet through monotomy, dichotomy, a never-ending tragedy has ended. her gaze is straight, her step is true –
she has found her way back to you.