in red stone desert
my unfamiliar eye
strains to pick out cairns
I blindly ramble
deluded in my quest
for validation
stumbling in vainglory
parched and unprepared
I scramble
who can lead me
when I insist on acting
as if I have arrived?
amid ferric desert cliffs
self-consciously I err
my own misguided guide
I grasp at strands
of conversation
fumbling interplay
gracelessly I trample
through a dance
heedless of example
rushing without reason
I fail to survey cairns
and I lose another season
I am a vain initiate
seeking to give guidance
to so many masters
blindly I meander
amid ferric desert cliffs
my own misguided guide
