Empty Nest

Drifting in the regions of mind deeper and deeper Encountering untouched and unexplored thoughts Rising and falling like sand dunes of Sahara. I imagine myself alone in the desert Watching nervously at horizon the edge called year 50th The sights of endless sand like the sight of my fears and hopes. Empty nest has left me scrambling and stumbling like a little child At an Easter egg hunt. Upon the sandy surface of life Obsolete patterns leveled by the whirling wind of time. I tap the substratum for a new mosaic. Sorting impressions like Retrieving water from a soaked kitchen sponge. Recycled thoughts springing back with a squeeze Winding mazes, unsolved riddles Yes I am a drifter in the world of shapes and thoughts and forms Trying to hold on to something Because standing alone is hard.