Am I now he?

Am I now he?

The man who waits for thee

Rhyming man

Old man

Lost man

Man of the high country

Lowlands

Badlands

Walking all alone

Eyes fixed on a distant point

Is that where you wait

Do I just follow on?

The walking

A means to an end

The dusty track

Never truly straight

Wending this way and that

Confusing my direction

Blurring the distinction

Between one road and the next.

So easily confounded

I miss every glimpse

Of its progression

From one place to the next.

Would that I understood

Meaning at a glance.

The comfort in a moment

Spent in disregard

Of applied mathematics,

When all things break down

To a common denominator,

I might determine

Shared experience

Is worth more

Than the time it takes

To explain resolve.

Lost souls like me,

If indeed I am he,

Need a fixed point

A compass needle

The where-with-all

To know

How far to go

Before the road ends

In a cul-de-sac

With no way back

And no resources

With which to begin again.