dry land

the immediate future
is unclear.
the land is wet, the fog
thick.
when your boot hits the ground
it sinks.
turn right
turn left,
keep going straight.
there are no answers,
just questions.
the signs are all down,
the sky is black
without a star
to show you which way
to travel.
you're in the wilderness,
circling,
circling,
listening for a voice
to call you home,
searching for dry,
safe land.