The Desert Journey

Uneventfully

The days pass

Sometimes a black eye

others a silent nod

sometimes faint red cheeks

generally unnoticed

so we walk the joureny

a journey through an empty desert

in hope of

an occasional oasis

For I have never known

purity

for we have never expirienced

exhilaration

for we are imperfectly made

and so we weep and smile

imperfectly

unable to experience

pure joy or pain

we aspire but never reach

so we fit in

we give up and attempt

to satisfy ourselves

with a faded glory

an imperfect painting

unmoved

unfeeling

undone

like a desert journey

waiting

for the next oasis