Isolated Footprints

Isolated footprints stretch the desert

Ahead them, a man wanders

Light shines through blue skies

Only to cast a shadow, in his eyes

The sun goes down, and likewise

His shadow has grown longer

Only in his dreams can he find comfort

The next morning the darkness before him grows shortest

He perceives a body of water under a canopy of forest

he’s so sure its the real thing

But its only a mirage as he goes to drink

The man ponders if there is the real thing

He grows weak, moaning

The sun goes down but it size its growing

The frozen night brings more pain,

however in the frozen light, the beams are the only thing left shining

From the sun of the dark, onto a town

That he has forgotten about until now

Waking up in the desert he sees a helping hand

A lone wonderer just like all else

He has a pack on his camel, and baggage himself

And so, a man may last a bit longer

His shoulders straightened, now with his brother

His shadow, in company, seems a tad shorter.

“Isolated footprints”

Jeff Saker

1/30/20