I sit
Suspended over
Thoughts chasm
The abyss between
Two possibilities
I stare
Observing
The quick sands
Of desire
Sucking at my soul
I pray
For home
Where I can return
And lay down
Lay myself down
I hope
For the kind touch
Of a stranger
To keep me
This side of the line
I ask
The gods
To be generous
And grant me the gift
Of a short life
I wonder
Are strangers kind?
Do gods answer prayer?
Will you greet me?
When I get home
When I get home
