I am in between the places of unknown and uncharted
the wild, wilderness land where the wind calls loudly
the place where jackals run and the morning sun rises high and heavy
to my right is the great and open desert
to my left is the saltwater ocean and there is no middle ground
at night the desert ghosts slide noiselessly through the broken thirsty ground
and the deep, unseen song of a whale calls from the black depths of the water
and here I am; in this in between place. I cannot speak for my mouth is dry with fear
where, in this in between place, will I go?
Is there a quiet refuge or a roaring waterfall?
Is there hope even in the silent shadowlands?