Wilderness Crossing

Windswept souls speak about
Their journey out of sand
Through galaxy storms.
Now nestled into fox holes,
They recoup around tiny fires
And pool aphorisms like rations,
Nibbling on truthy tidbits.
They apply facepaint
In front of reflecting pools,
Mapping the shape of tomorrow's road.
They journey out in droves
And are instantly alone.

I would seek them
By their footprints
But the cosmic mind
Has its eyes hot upon me
And I shrivel
Sag
Slump.