The Passage

I stood there staring at the landscape in front of me

I pulled my jacket across my body to block the wind howling by

I shifted from one foot to the next, my tired legs sagging

I slowed my breath, I inhaled deeply, I exhaled

The path had been distinct but faded ahead of me into long grass and weeds

One could not distinguish the time, the grey moving clouds consumed the sky

There was silence, yet the wind pushed by, endlessly blowing

The horizon stretched out flat, with grass, trees, and fields, forever

There was no sign to signal what to do next

There was no offshoot or choice or a fork to take

There was no one giving guidance of what to do

There was nothing

I slowed my breath, I inhaled deeply, I exhaled

I shifted from one foot to the next, my tired legs sagging

I pulled my jacket across my body to block the wind howling by

I stood there staring at the landscape in front of me