Wednesday, August 19, 2009

A Signpost to Eternity

Having wandered in the desert,
you may return
to find yourself in a parking lot.

But after such dearth and deprivation--
no water,
no green --
a simple reflection
of a tree;
of the white lines
which mark the place your car is meant to stand --
can feel like a breath of fresh air,
a drink of water
for a parched and thirsty throat.

The clear surface of a small black car
can become --
after that stark, staring emptiness,
the endless wandering,
the barren landscapes of depression --
a signpost to eternity.

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