Journey

I wrote this while walking to work one day along a main thoroughfare.

   I walked one hazy 'noon
along a desert of refined crude
with the sun burning down upon me from above
 Along that muggy stretch of land
ran the families in caravans--people riding
 their electric camels to-and-fro
Each hoping to arrive to their destination
                                                        Safely
 
   I looked along the borders
of the desert of refined crude
to see the desiccating carcasses of lesser forms--
beings that could not make their journey
  As I passed them by, I swore 'neath my breath
I would not share their fate this day, this 'noon,
 and my feet propelled me onward to my destination
                                                         Hastily

   What felt like hoursdays passed
as my sandals fell upon
  the shimmering desert of refined crude
   Tap-top-tap-top my footfalls echoed through my head
   I turned abruptly off the path, and crested a swollen hill
and cannoned to my destination
I swore to never walk that desert of refined crude ever
                                                         again.